My first few weeks have been quite a challenge. A pinball to every fancy of the imagination, my mind chose to jump on a rollercoaster of emotions, leaving me tossed, tumbled, turned upside down and just a little fed up. I almost chucked it all in the Pacific and walked away. It’s funny though, how the universe works because as I sit and write about the past few weeks and think of how difficult they were, Rumi gives me that knowing look which has become so aggravating, one eyebrow raised and a half smile on his lips: What sort of person says that he or she wants to be polished and pure, then complains about being handled roughly? Well fine then, Mr. Sassy Pants! And so I continued tramping, from Cape Reinga in the north down
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