Feeling knackered this Monday but grateful.
Went down to Wellington on Friday morning and presented BlogCamp Wellington on Saturday. It was a small group but a cool group. One of the best things about travelling around NZ and teaching blogging is the opportunity it gives me to meet such amazing people. And people are sooo generous with their lives and their stories!
The day passed quickly with only a few hiccups. The lost ones did find their way eventually. The Geek from Geeks on Wheels did show me how to change my screen resolution! (Tut tut technical me!) The whole event went down well if the early feedback is anything to go by.. (Thank YOU Meghan!)
Before I knew it I was sitting at Wellington Airport with a one of these in hand.
As I sat waiting for my flight I looked out over the dusk smudged runway and remembered the last time I had sat in that very spot – 12 years ago. I’d had a long day presenting an event that day too and I had a great deal on my mind. I remembered looking over at a couple, about my age, holding hands and just so into each other. I looked over her beautiful wedding and engagement rings enviously. They sparkled. Not so much an indication of the diamond cut, but rather of the quality of the relationship. I could see it too still sparkled.
Back then I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of grief as they called my boarding call. You see, that week my ex-husband moved out.
And yet, here I was sitting at Wellington Airport in the exact same spot waiting to head home to my kids – now grown – and my Englishman – now here with us, not on the other side of the world.
How grateful was I for how much my life has changed!
Sunday was of course Fathers Day and the kids treated my Englishman to a special day. We’ve often found Father’s Day to be a tricky day as the loyalties of family become confused and stressed, but thankfully this year it was stress-free. A beautiful day marking the first day of Spring we all headed out in the old family jalopy and drove over to Muriwai Beach on Auckland’s west coast.
‘How lucky are we to have this place as our birthright!’ I murmured to Son, as I looked out through a veil of flax to the grey dark sands of Maori bay.
Standing at the observation point looking down over the Gannet Colony I was reminded of how far these birds travel – from Australia and back to this place, their sanctuary – where they will raise their young. I listened to their cries but couldn’t discern one rasping craw like the desperate seagulls, instead their was simply a sweet refrain of gratitude.
I knew exactly how they felt.
Grateful for my journey, grateful for the quiet – however fleeting – and grateful for my family. And my beautiful home Aotearoa.