Aubrey White

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Aubrey White

I call myself a world traveler and I've discovered there is more than just the world to explore. We are searching for something, that which makes us connected, to each other and to everything. And this is an experience best shared.

"The way to love is to love the way." ~Gregory David Roberts



Asia » Indonesia » Bali » Ubud May 25th 2016

The old woman with her fingers in my hair is wearing an orange shirt, matching the garish walls and gold spandex leggings, looking like something from a figure skater's wardrobe. Her fashion sense is almost as questionable as the green sloppy goop she slaps into my hair and scrapes across my scalp, making it oily and shine. It could be anything from guacamole to bat guano and I wouldn't know the difference, apart from actually tasting it and though I do love me a good batch of guacamole, I'm not confident in the odds it isn't excrement. I'm put under a dryer to presumably heat the goop, though either I'm too short or the drier no longer lowers because I think only my cowlick can feel the heat. As I'm cooking, she massages my neck and ... read more

Oceania » Australia » New South Wales January 27th 2016

"My soul has learned what it came to learn, and all other things are just things. We can't have everything we want. Sometimes, we simply have to believe." - Garth Stein I remember the day we picked him out all those years ago, the open expanse of the dusty farm and the greyness of the sky. There were big males with their equipment swinging from side to side and females, heavy with milk waddled around the corner of the barn, trying to find reprieve from the endless hungry mouths. I can't remember how many there were, but there seemed to be hundreds of pups, penned in a large area by the breeder, free to run around and show themselves off. They ran in a fast circle, more like wild stallions rather than babes fresh from nursing. ... read more

Oceania » Australia » New South Wales » Sydney » Kings Cross November 5th 2015

"Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back toward you." -Rumi, "My Worst Habit" Living as a backpacker is different than traveling as one. When you travel from place to place, new faces and new friends are a dime a dozen. You meet, exchange stories, make brief connections (that might transcend all time and distance, but still, might not) and you move on. The distance between strangers and clubbing buddies can be covered by the end of a bottle of wine and in the morning when the bus comes, well-wishes and Facebook requests mark the end of a moment. Living as a backpacker you get some of this too, with those travelers who are still, well, traveling. Nights out vary ... read more

Oceania » Australia » New South Wales » Sydney » Kings Cross August 21st 2015

Sitting in yoga class, my knees up to my ears when they're supposed to be touching the ground, wrists like limp noodles stretching towards the mat, and my neck bent in on itself in shame, I'm humbly reminded that some things are indeed harder to do than they first appear. I'm supposed to connect movement to my breath, but first I have to actually breathe, which I catch myself forgetting how to do. Inhaling deeply through the nose, my eyes wander to the roll of my stomach and my mind to what I had to eat this morning, tallying up the carbs and fats; I throw myself a bone by acknowledging I bypassed the chocolate croissant that would have gone perfectly with my coffee, which then brings about the thought of the Snickers I bought on ... read more

Oceania » Australia » New South Wales August 7th 2015

It's been a while, a long while. Where to start? I've left New Zealand behind, ending my trip surrounded by the love of new friends and the golden kiss of sunset off the Christchurch shore. I remember the chill warmth on my face and the sweet taste of wine on my tongue and knew, way down deep where all true knowing lingers, that despite the hardships and the disappointments I'd faced during my stay, this country would forever be a part of me, both of who I am now and the woman I hope to become. They say the sword remembers the heat of the fire and the pounding of the hammer and in the same way I see New Zealand as the forge that broke me and reassembled the pieces. It stripped me down whilst ... read more

Oceania » New Zealand » South Island » Queenstown April 27th 2015

I first want to thank you for the nomination for Blogger of the Week. What an honor! It really touched my heart, realizing other people enjoy reading my words, especially since they are very personal. This is a difficult spiritual journey and I appreciate you coming along with me. Thank you for your support and encouragement. It means the world! Soul's Landscape The moment when it clicks, when that one stone comes loose and the avalanche starts, but instead of crashing down and destroying everything in its path, it all falls into place and as the dust clears, sun shines down on a much different scene than before and it looks something like clarity. I have a certain knowing. Now I want sight. -Rumi, "What I See In Your Eyes" Time in the South Island can ... read more

Oceania » New Zealand » South Island » Picton April 9th 2015

I've watched the ferry go by a hundred times, seeing the white crested waves crashing against its hull as it pushes through the water. I've followed it's slow progress away from the harbor, a snail on the ocean desert inching along at a steady, unhurried pace, and I knew I'd never be able to catch it. I was a statue to its passage and each time I wanted to cast a line and hook onto it, have it pull me out of the quicksand I'd fallen into and free me from the this self-created stagnation. But it passed first in front and then beyond my sight and I knew that once again I would stay behind and wait. But now, finally, my turn has come and I can feel the rumble of the engines beneath my ... read more
Last Days of Summer, Wellington
Pencarrow Lighthouse

Oceania » New Zealand » North Island » Wellington » Eastbourne November 25th 2014

~When life gives you lemons, make lemon chocolate cheese cake.~ I saw this new rendition of an old cliché on a restaurant's sign and it brought about a good laugh, especially from my inner fat child. But lately I've been mulling it over, thinking about what those sayings mean and something has broken off inside and is rattling around my brain. To say life has given me lemons is an understatement; it gave me diamonds and I'm just blind to their worth. I'm living in a foreign country and meeting new people, pushing myself out of my comfort zone in order to grow spiritually which is more than a lot of people can lay claim to, but all I do is whine about emotional turmoil. I admit this trip, this adventure isn't what I expected it ... read more

Oceania » New Zealand » North Island » Wairarapa October 25th 2014

"In this drumbeat moment of red flowers opening and grapes being crushed, the soul and luminous clarity sit together." -Rumi, Medicine out of Pain I went for a walk today in the rain in Featherston, a rather unremarkable place. The main street is littered with buildings in various degrees of disrepair, the local market dissected down the middle by a long construction scar, lights dangling like loose teeth, and the windows of bars and cafés dark and dusty with disuse. The info center wasn't quite the treasure trove of fun things to do. The old man behind the desk stared at me like I was an idiot for asking questions on a rainy Sunday afternoon, like I should have known better than to get off the train here. After several minutes of gruff mumbling (on his ... read more

Oceania » New Zealand » North Island » Wellington September 30th 2014

I love cities where you can see the stars. When the streets are empty and the only sound is the scuffing of my feet against the pavement I feel more myself, in touch with who and what I am, more so than I ever do during the day. The contrast between concrete and endless blue blackness makes me experience the significance of the moment more intensely. It's then that I am centered, grounded. I could walk forever on a night like this. I haven't felt this way in a long time it seems. Last I wrote it was all about losing my way, doubting that my search for Love was worth it any longer. I was crying every five minutes, bargaining with myself to get through the day until I could curl up in my bed ... read more




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