Tuesday, December 21, 2010





"and from beyond the intellect, beautiful love comes dragging her skirts, a cup of wine in her hand" - Rumi

Sunday, December 12, 2010





…I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks—who had a genius, so to speak, for SAUNTERING, which word is beautifully derived “from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre,” to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, “There goes a Sainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea. But I prefer the first, which, indeed, is the most probable derivation. For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels.…

-Thoreau

Friday, December 10, 2010




Build your inner environment. Practice Silence! I remember the
wonderful discipline of the Great Ones. When we used to talk and
chatter, they would say: "Go back into your inner castle." It was
very hard to comprehend then, but now I understand the way of peace

Paramahansa Yogananda

Thursday, December 9, 2010

gypsy love (mato skurjeni)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

black swans and albino deers



I came across a wild flower, marveled at its beauty and at the perfection of all its parts, and exclaimed: 'But all this in you and in thousands like you blossoms and fades; it is not noticed by anyone and in fact is often not even seen by an eye.' But the flower replied: 'you fool! do you imagined i blossom in order to be seen? I blossom for my own sake because it pleases me, and not for the sake of others; my joy and delight consists in my being and in my blossoming.'
-unknown

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Karl Fritsch!!










I just saw this exhibit at the wellington art museum
my life is changed..

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

Sunday, November 21, 2010

van life = life of possibilities

Friday, October 29, 2010



"Look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you."

Swami Sri Yukteswar

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


(Edmund Dulac)
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death. - Robert Fulghum



What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.

Thomas Merton.

dissolve

"When you are in the present without thinking, you are for the first time spiritual."

— Osho


Saturday, September 25, 2010

http://www.myspace.com/nzbannerman

Situations were playing out in a less than ideal way. Vulnerable backpackers with little to no direction except for my spurts of intuitive guidance, throwing us in the most counterintuitive path to righteousness. long story short, our plans disintegrated, allowing for an opportunity to be recognized by a cool brazilian fella who just so happened to notice us as the lost-looking backpackers from earlier in the day. he directed us to go see this band play an incredible set in auckland.

Friday, September 24, 2010

"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another."

Anaïs Nin

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010