Lead a vivid life that does good

Month: November 2010

The beaches of Tauranga it would seem are laden with treasure.

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The beaches of Tauranga it would seem are laden with treasure. On a number of recent visits I have seen older people with metal detectors in hand, combing the beach for precious treasures buried in the sand.

They are the new treasure hunters, no X marks the spot needed.

As I watched them I realise that we all search for treasure. We are all treasure hunters, in a restless pursuit of things to make our own. Some of us pursue treasure in money or work or success.Others pursue treasure in family or love or organised religion or God.

I have thought about what Jesus said, “Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”

It reminded me to think about the things I am pursuing. It reminded me that they are a display of my heart.

The winds of change are blowing

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I remember sitting at a camping ground in Papamoa after days of scourging sunshine. The kind of sunshine that you dream of for summer, but after weeks it has dried the ground so much around us, everything had turned to dust. Over the course of the day the wind changed. Slowly, unnoticeably to most, but a significant enough change to indicate the weather was changing.

The next day, as we packed the drizzle arrived and after we departed the rain set in. When you grow up around the ocean, particularly sailing, you learn what the winds of change are.

My final photo for the 365 project on the 23 September was of a wind sock.

I took it for three reasons;

Firstly, to remind me how I still long to
be in the airborne. In 365 days I missed the opportunity to pilot a plane as a
private pilot. I continually look at the sky and long to fly.

Second, to remind me of how windy it was in September. It’s windy every year around the equinox but most people forget that we get windy weather as the winds of change signal a season change.

Finally, personally I feel like the winds
of change are blowing. I am not sure where the metaphorical weather will lead me, but change after 365 days, is in the wind. I can feel it.

So ends 365 days of photos. 365 days of my life.

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