What if planting roots didn’t have to mean staying in once place? A traveling reflection on the old saying, “Grow where you’re planted.”
Shouldn’t a real holiday be an escape from chore lists and the pressure to be somewhere and do something? What happens when you purposely make a trip without plans?
This feeling of being an adult who’s somehow missed the path is exactly what Neil Hayward expresses in his unintentional memoir, Lost Among The Birds. Anyone who hopes to find themselves this year should read his book.
“How confident do you mean when you say ‘confident swimmer?'” I challenged our guide for the second time that morning. Only two things could cancel the trip up Guanapo Gorge: afternoon storms and our own insecurities.
For the last 455 days, one very settled position (we bought a house!) offered unexpected views, and a brand new perspective on what I’d previously considered familiar scenery. . .
I imagine giants above us, and stare up the narrow cliff sides as if up their bare legs; for the mountains of rock debris could be some fantastical gate destroyed by enormous hands.
Queenstown’s aluminum roofs shrink to bread boxes, then postcards, as we gain height; at 4,500 feet, it’s a crumb-sized civilization clinging to Lake Wakatipu’s eastern shore…