Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Ashram at Ohui
I am living and working at a new place. It is an ashram in Ohui (1.5 hrs North of Te Puke) The ashram (which is not a classical ashram) is part of the WWOOF New Zealand organization. I joined the WWOOFing organization shortly after coming to New Zealand. It basically means that I can do a work-exchange for room and board. Since I've been welcomed at I've been able to practice yoga and meditation. There is some garden space,, and they've allowed me to experiment with planting, transplanting, and harvesting what's available. The ocean is just beyond the house- which means I've not only been practicing yoga, but surfing as well.
Since my arrival, I have become more in-tuned with the people that make up the community at the ashram as well as the land. I have come to know two Irish girls (Clara "Yogashakti" & Sara), an Ausie- Fijian (Atma), a Tazmanian (Persad), an Australian (Shanti) and a Malaysian (Ed). There are actually only 3 people (Atma, Persad, and Shanti-the founder) who live at the ashram all-year round. And the rest of the group are either WOOFers like myself, or residents.
More about the residents:
Atma is a Fijian- white woman in her late 30's and is a yoga instructor. She is expecting her first child in a couple of weeks and will give birth (w/assistance of a mid-wife) in the main living room of the ashram. She is quite lovely and we've shared some good chats, yoga sessions, and a walk on the beach. Persad, her partner is a Tazmanian guy who is in to heavy-metal music, playing drums, cooking, sawing down trees, and doing the maintenance on the property. Shanti, the founder and also the father of Persad, has lived and worked on an ashram based on the teachings of an Indian Guru- can't remember the name off-hand, for the past 20 + years. He is the one who manages the ashram. Atma co-manages, but is now going to go on maternity leave.Clara (temp. resident) is an Irish woman in her 20's who is a reflexoligist and yoga instructor. She lives here temporarily, but is gone at the moment on a short trip up the Coromandel Peninsula with her friend who is visiting from Ireland.
More about the property and the land: The ashram is more like a rustic, 100-year old house, which overlooks the ocean. The house, I've been told, was once occupied by a 'bunch of crazy hippies' and was in need of a lot of repairs when the new leasers arrived. There are some pine trees growing along with pampas weed which partially block the view. However, we are able to see a good portion of the ocean and a small island that sits alone. There are also Putakawas which look similar to a Banyon tree, but get little red flowers during the Christmas season. The ocean is an azure-blue.
Today we did some gardening and some chain-saw work in the forest- cutting up more wood for the ashram. It was great to do yoga and then run a chain saw: good yin-yang combination of acitivity- ha! The winter season is here and the weather has been turning cold. We will get 20 mins of sun and then a huge down-pour which can last all day. If we are lucky, the rain will last only an hour or less, and we can get some work done outside or go to the beach. However, you always have to be prepared because it usually only stops for a brief moment before it starts to rain again.
Yesterday, I headed to the beach. I found an old surfboard underneath the house made in Maui and bought and brought to the island by Persad's father, Shanti. I guess Shanti was a bit of a surfer himself back in the day, although I haven't got to speak to him much about this part of his past. I was offered to borrow the board- took it under my arm and ran to the beach! The waves weren't that great right out in front of the house, but further down the beach there were waves peeling left and right. I will go check-out the other spot when I feel more in-shape and ready for it. I've decided it's best to study the wave and the currents before going for a surf in the rougher water (surfing alone on an unkonwn beach can be pretty dangerous). Although there have been other surfers out in the water, I was alone the first day I went out. There is also another woman who comes up to visit that may join me. I guess she knows the ocean around this beach well. I have just less than a week left here- so I imagine I will get another surf in and have time to scope out the wave. The board was a beauty so all-things-said-and-done, I had a great time out in the ocean!
Now, I am off to mix spices for the curry dinner and help make some chapati with Atma!
Sending my greetings & love across the ocean....
Since my arrival, I have become more in-tuned with the people that make up the community at the ashram as well as the land. I have come to know two Irish girls (Clara "Yogashakti" & Sara), an Ausie- Fijian (Atma), a Tazmanian (Persad), an Australian (Shanti) and a Malaysian (Ed). There are actually only 3 people (Atma, Persad, and Shanti-the founder) who live at the ashram all-year round. And the rest of the group are either WOOFers like myself, or residents.
More about the residents:
Atma is a Fijian- white woman in her late 30's and is a yoga instructor. She is expecting her first child in a couple of weeks and will give birth (w/assistance of a mid-wife) in the main living room of the ashram. She is quite lovely and we've shared some good chats, yoga sessions, and a walk on the beach. Persad, her partner is a Tazmanian guy who is in to heavy-metal music, playing drums, cooking, sawing down trees, and doing the maintenance on the property. Shanti, the founder and also the father of Persad, has lived and worked on an ashram based on the teachings of an Indian Guru- can't remember the name off-hand, for the past 20 + years. He is the one who manages the ashram. Atma co-manages, but is now going to go on maternity leave.Clara (temp. resident) is an Irish woman in her 20's who is a reflexoligist and yoga instructor. She lives here temporarily, but is gone at the moment on a short trip up the Coromandel Peninsula with her friend who is visiting from Ireland.
More about the property and the land: The ashram is more like a rustic, 100-year old house, which overlooks the ocean. The house, I've been told, was once occupied by a 'bunch of crazy hippies' and was in need of a lot of repairs when the new leasers arrived. There are some pine trees growing along with pampas weed which partially block the view. However, we are able to see a good portion of the ocean and a small island that sits alone. There are also Putakawas which look similar to a Banyon tree, but get little red flowers during the Christmas season. The ocean is an azure-blue.
Today we did some gardening and some chain-saw work in the forest- cutting up more wood for the ashram. It was great to do yoga and then run a chain saw: good yin-yang combination of acitivity- ha! The winter season is here and the weather has been turning cold. We will get 20 mins of sun and then a huge down-pour which can last all day. If we are lucky, the rain will last only an hour or less, and we can get some work done outside or go to the beach. However, you always have to be prepared because it usually only stops for a brief moment before it starts to rain again.
Yesterday, I headed to the beach. I found an old surfboard underneath the house made in Maui and bought and brought to the island by Persad's father, Shanti. I guess Shanti was a bit of a surfer himself back in the day, although I haven't got to speak to him much about this part of his past. I was offered to borrow the board- took it under my arm and ran to the beach! The waves weren't that great right out in front of the house, but further down the beach there were waves peeling left and right. I will go check-out the other spot when I feel more in-shape and ready for it. I've decided it's best to study the wave and the currents before going for a surf in the rougher water (surfing alone on an unkonwn beach can be pretty dangerous). Although there have been other surfers out in the water, I was alone the first day I went out. There is also another woman who comes up to visit that may join me. I guess she knows the ocean around this beach well. I have just less than a week left here- so I imagine I will get another surf in and have time to scope out the wave. The board was a beauty so all-things-said-and-done, I had a great time out in the ocean!
Now, I am off to mix spices for the curry dinner and help make some chapati with Atma!
Sending my greetings & love across the ocean....
Publish Post
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Why I am in New Zealand...
My decision to come to New Zealand was based on the current economic situation in the U.S. and my desire to work/ live in another country. I attempted to find work in the U.S. as well as Mexico and Spain. While in Mexico, I thought I might as well look for a job since I was enjoying being there. However, I would have been working in the tourism industry in a developed beach town, made for people's weekend-get-aways from the city of Guadelajara. The cost of living was high in comparison and there were no tent sites (which was the life-style I chose in B.C. on Salt Spring Island as well as on the ranch "Rancho Tiba" in Zipolite, Oxaca, Southern Mexico). While there was no assurance that there was work as I would have been working illegally, I decided to think more about it. I continued to be patient and wait on another job, which was located in Zipolite, where I began my 8- month Mexico trip. I had applied for a an ESL teaching position at a local university called "Universidad del Mar" after being encouraged by a friend of mine, who headed the ESL department. However, I was not offered the job as an ESL instructor at the Universidad del Mar in Oaxaca in February. Nor was I was not offered a job with Outward Bound in the U.S.- which was a major disappointment. I worked hard on the Outward bound application and had met the team at Mazama, had a good personal reference from a friend who had been working for O.B. for the past 3 years, but just didn't get hired. Nevertheless, it was not the end of the world.... My search continued....as I traveled through Atlanta to visit my cousin and his family and then on to Prague, Cezch Republic to visit my mother... and eventually, through talking with my mom's partner I found I had work on a farm in New Zealand. I had just enough cash left in my savings to get myself there- and Europe was out of the question in terms of employment and visas being too lengthy of a process and difficult - so, I decided to just go for it! & Here I am.....
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Woke up this morning....
.... to the sound of rain. My morning walk was to the house is along a road that overlooks a small valley. It was raining hard- so I had my "red gum boots" and my gortex ski jacket on. The
"red gum boots" are typical to New Zealand and the farming community- as I put them on my feet and sloshed through some mud down the path from the "Woolshed" down to the house I felt excited to be here.
What a change from the last week! Work at the packhouse is finished. No more conveyer belts pumping out kiwis by the 100's. No more bosses yelling at you to check your kiwis more carefully- because they just found 10 bad kiwis in YOUR box. No more wearing hear nets and aprons while inspecting each kiwi in order to detect whether it was an "Ugly kiwi" or a "Beautiful kiwi." "Ugly kiwis" are placed in that category because they were either effected by hail damage, black sut mold, or if they have a slight hump on the top making their appearance more of an apple-shape. You also have to look at whether they are too flat to be considered for the "higher" grade/quality. If they are you send them down the next conveyer belt to be re-packaged as a lower quality. There's a real science to all this kiwi business! But it was very hard to take seriously as you can imagine.
Much of this excitement has to do with the end of the warehouse job and my weekend trip. I celebrated finishing the packhouse (kiwi warehouse) job by going to the Wharanaki forest with a friend I met at the packhouse. He spent 4.5 months doing research in the Wharanaki (80 km outside of Rotorua) last year. Felix is his name. He comes from Bremen, Germany, and loves birds, insects, and walking very slowly in the forest. I learned to slow my pace down and observe more as we took walks in the forest. I found it difficult at first, but as the forests are totally different than those found at home, I quickly realized the value in walking slowly. The Wharanaki forest is sub-tropical and five types of trees (only native to New Zealand) are all found in this forest: the Miro, the Rimu, the Kaikatea, the Totara, and the Toatoa. I learned to identify each of them- thanks Felix! I was able to also identify a couple of birds some more exotic than others: the pigeon (ha!), the northwestern robin, the tui, the kaka, and the fantail. In terms of animals, I am aware that there are pigs, stouts (marmot- like animal considered to be a pest), deer, and opposums. All of these animals were introduced to New Zealand so they are considered to be pests- especially the stouts and opposums who have helped aid in the extinction of several of New Zealand's birds species (which were unique to N.Z.). I believe that some of these birds are pre-historic and never developed the use of their wings (i.e. the Koa ) and were unable to defend themselves against their "imported" predators.
Anyway... I am off to go back to attempt to organize myself for a trip to a yoga ashram. I have about a week or two between jobs, depending on whether they decide to start me early or later. They want to start the inexperienced pruners after June 15th. But I've also heard that may not be true and that I will start on June 15thwith the rest of the crew. Nothing is ever certain here- and hard to find out exact information. So I just learn to go with the flow and try not to get frustrated while trying to maintain some kind of balance here. I will be pruning the kiwi vine- and I guess the work is not easy, so I am taking some time for myself before I begin. Plus, I am not good at waiting around for people to decide when they want me to start or not- the discussion has been on going for the past couple of weeks. I decided to take my future in my own hands and leave for a week, hope they figure it out, and then come back when the work is available.
The yoga ashram is a work-exchange option for people like me who need a place to stay in between things. I will report on this next experience upon my return....
"red gum boots" are typical to New Zealand and the farming community- as I put them on my feet and sloshed through some mud down the path from the "Woolshed" down to the house I felt excited to be here.
What a change from the last week! Work at the packhouse is finished. No more conveyer belts pumping out kiwis by the 100's. No more bosses yelling at you to check your kiwis more carefully- because they just found 10 bad kiwis in YOUR box. No more wearing hear nets and aprons while inspecting each kiwi in order to detect whether it was an "Ugly kiwi" or a "Beautiful kiwi." "Ugly kiwis" are placed in that category because they were either effected by hail damage, black sut mold, or if they have a slight hump on the top making their appearance more of an apple-shape. You also have to look at whether they are too flat to be considered for the "higher" grade/quality. If they are you send them down the next conveyer belt to be re-packaged as a lower quality. There's a real science to all this kiwi business! But it was very hard to take seriously as you can imagine.
Much of this excitement has to do with the end of the warehouse job and my weekend trip. I celebrated finishing the packhouse (kiwi warehouse) job by going to the Wharanaki forest with a friend I met at the packhouse. He spent 4.5 months doing research in the Wharanaki (80 km outside of Rotorua) last year. Felix is his name. He comes from Bremen, Germany, and loves birds, insects, and walking very slowly in the forest. I learned to slow my pace down and observe more as we took walks in the forest. I found it difficult at first, but as the forests are totally different than those found at home, I quickly realized the value in walking slowly. The Wharanaki forest is sub-tropical and five types of trees (only native to New Zealand) are all found in this forest: the Miro, the Rimu, the Kaikatea, the Totara, and the Toatoa. I learned to identify each of them- thanks Felix! I was able to also identify a couple of birds some more exotic than others: the pigeon (ha!), the northwestern robin, the tui, the kaka, and the fantail. In terms of animals, I am aware that there are pigs, stouts (marmot- like animal considered to be a pest), deer, and opposums. All of these animals were introduced to New Zealand so they are considered to be pests- especially the stouts and opposums who have helped aid in the extinction of several of New Zealand's birds species (which were unique to N.Z.). I believe that some of these birds are pre-historic and never developed the use of their wings (i.e. the Koa ) and were unable to defend themselves against their "imported" predators.
Anyway... I am off to go back to attempt to organize myself for a trip to a yoga ashram. I have about a week or two between jobs, depending on whether they decide to start me early or later. They want to start the inexperienced pruners after June 15th. But I've also heard that may not be true and that I will start on June 15thwith the rest of the crew. Nothing is ever certain here- and hard to find out exact information. So I just learn to go with the flow and try not to get frustrated while trying to maintain some kind of balance here. I will be pruning the kiwi vine- and I guess the work is not easy, so I am taking some time for myself before I begin. Plus, I am not good at waiting around for people to decide when they want me to start or not- the discussion has been on going for the past couple of weeks. I decided to take my future in my own hands and leave for a week, hope they figure it out, and then come back when the work is available.
The yoga ashram is a work-exchange option for people like me who need a place to stay in between things. I will report on this next experience upon my return....
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Clearer skies in New Zealand.
I am pushing myself harder than I imagined! Working internationally. I am just beginning this new part of my life. Wondering... a few things about work. Again- the last job I had was as a bilingual social worker for the Spanish-speaking immigrant population in Tacoma, WA. Since going to Canada and volunteering at a yoga center- where I worked in the garden and maintaining the grounds- I've developed a different work ethic. Which I am not so sure fits into the same work ethic as is expected of me at the warehouse, where I am currently working. * More about this new "work ethic" later...
The schedule at the packhouse during the day is 7:30 a.m. start, no pee/poop breaks until your manager agrees to let you go, 10:30 tea break, 1/2 lunch, 3:00 tea break, and 5:00 p.m. end of shift and night shift begins. But as Grandma says, "if nature calls....well. you gotta go!" It's been hard letting someone else dictate when you can release your bowel movements. Working "on the line" next to a conveyer belt of endless kiwis....is why I am not allowed to leave and take care of buiseness. I began there after 2 weeks of picking kiwi fruit because I needed to keep working in order to finance the next part of my journey. I am basically working in a warehouse 8 hours a day 6 days a week, and I will be resigning soon.
While there is quite an international community represented at the packhouse- warehouse, there is still a stream of discontent. It's been a long kiwi season and people are tired of the work- especially the extra work that the kiwis that have been damaged by hail have created.... Needless to say, the tea breaks do not help the over-all feelin and attitude that work sucks and the question "when is it time to go home?" begins at about 8:00 a.m. Hmmmm.... the conclusion I've come to are that no body wants to be there, not even if you are being paid a bit above minumum wage to carefully package kiwi fruit and are given free tea (2x ) a day- sometimes even muffins!
I got home today after a 40 min. bike (I commute to/from work every day on a busy road so it's not that pleasureable of a ride). And the moon was bright and the sky was clear. I stood on the porch looked up at the moon and realized to let the small insignificances of life.
New Zealandars have a strange way of communicating. They like to talk simply for the sake of conversation. You don't have to say much really... So there has been a lot of small talk, and "2o" questions-type conversations. I don't feel I've made any real connections, but... we shall see. I did go on an adventure with a few ladies from Te Puke and Papamoa who enjoy mtn. bike riding at night! We rode with our headlamps through a redwood forest where opposums scamper up the trees and dart through the monkey ferns. Louise, who's in her late 40's despisizes them and quite freaked out. Luckily we only heard the opposums once- no sighting yet!
The moon is still shining brightly.
The schedule at the packhouse during the day is 7:30 a.m. start, no pee/poop breaks until your manager agrees to let you go, 10:30 tea break, 1/2 lunch, 3:00 tea break, and 5:00 p.m. end of shift and night shift begins. But as Grandma says, "if nature calls....well. you gotta go!" It's been hard letting someone else dictate when you can release your bowel movements. Working "on the line" next to a conveyer belt of endless kiwis....is why I am not allowed to leave and take care of buiseness. I began there after 2 weeks of picking kiwi fruit because I needed to keep working in order to finance the next part of my journey. I am basically working in a warehouse 8 hours a day 6 days a week, and I will be resigning soon.
While there is quite an international community represented at the packhouse- warehouse, there is still a stream of discontent. It's been a long kiwi season and people are tired of the work- especially the extra work that the kiwis that have been damaged by hail have created.... Needless to say, the tea breaks do not help the over-all feelin and attitude that work sucks and the question "when is it time to go home?" begins at about 8:00 a.m. Hmmmm.... the conclusion I've come to are that no body wants to be there, not even if you are being paid a bit above minumum wage to carefully package kiwi fruit and are given free tea (2x ) a day- sometimes even muffins!
I got home today after a 40 min. bike (I commute to/from work every day on a busy road so it's not that pleasureable of a ride). And the moon was bright and the sky was clear. I stood on the porch looked up at the moon and realized to let the small insignificances of life.
New Zealandars have a strange way of communicating. They like to talk simply for the sake of conversation. You don't have to say much really... So there has been a lot of small talk, and "2o" questions-type conversations. I don't feel I've made any real connections, but... we shall see. I did go on an adventure with a few ladies from Te Puke and Papamoa who enjoy mtn. bike riding at night! We rode with our headlamps through a redwood forest where opposums scamper up the trees and dart through the monkey ferns. Louise, who's in her late 40's despisizes them and quite freaked out. Luckily we only heard the opposums once- no sighting yet!
The moon is still shining brightly.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Dear family and friends:
I received my visa in the mail last night. I have a visa for a year! I now have my passport returned to me and I feel much more at ease. It has been nearly a two-week process.
Thank you for listening and supporting me on this next adventure. i hope to give more honest and true depictions of what it is really like here: the times here have been both good and bad. Certainly can't expect everything will go smoothly. It is hard discerning the reasons behind the ups and downs. And I try not to analyze too much because it doesn't seem to get me anywhere. I have not been writing much because honestly I have not had much time to write (something I am trying to change because I feel less alone when I have my pen and paper) I am learning. I think this is is positive. I am learning to truly just go with the flow. However, it is good to have a friend or family member just to listen sometimes. I feel I spend so much time in my own head, listening to my own thoughts- some of which are helpful and some not so helpful. I am begining to think that many of our thoughts are not actually true- they are just the beginning of stories. We see the world as we are. Reality is what we experience. Telling these stories are important so I will try to do just that. I want to do each character justice, so getting to know the characters in my life in New Zealand is important first. This is totally new for me- living and trying to work in New Zealand. My mom's partner is my roommate- who would have thought that would've happened?!
i am again typing when it is the end of my day. so i will resign until tomorrow....
a few words before i go. peter has been so hospitable to me, but there is something that is awkward about the situation. i am sure the awkwardness will never completely disappear because he is after all "trying to date" my mom (that is peter's quote). it certainly has been interesting... i will share more after I understand him better. You certainly get to honestly know a person simply by the way they live, and do things around their home. Oh how I love to observe. this has been a great skill I've strengthened while on my travels.
And as for work i haven't talked much about the characters at work. or how it is to adjust to the work schedule: getting up in the morning and not knowing whether i have the day off or whether i will work again that day. yikes, a bit stressful. it is the end of the season and that's just the way it is. although, it has been an odd season because of the big hail storm *(i will go into detail later on this). for me, the work experience has been mainly good- because if i work i have something productive to do for 6-8 hrs and that means i have an income. if i don't work- that's also good but it has been hard to find the motivation to go with the flow (I just try to be grateful for the work and life). It's hard to prepare myself for the day when i don't know what to expect: if it's going to be a day off or not. i have relied on pete for these communications, but now i am able to communicate more with the contractor which is a positive change. i will have to say it is a good lesson of really practicing "living in the moment" and truly "going with the flow."
I am learning. I get to observe myself in difficult situations and see myself as I am. I watch my thoughts, I observe my physical body and where I tense up and when I feel tense . I can tell when the mood changes, and observe how if i am able to control or not control the emotions that rise with the occasion. I observe what i do with the emotions- do i store them in certain places of my body. Often this is the case. I would say 99.9% of my emotions are stored in my body unless I take time to meditate on my breathe or do some form of flow yoga or exercise.
Wow, once I start writing I realize how much I miss it.
I hope you all are still with me...and I haven't lost any of you. I am new to the blog world and I bit hesitant to write. My family tells me my writing style is similar to "stream of consciousness" which made James Joyce an infamous writer - I am not so sure it will do the same for me- but here it goes!
Thanks for reading.
Love & Peace,
Hannah
I received my visa in the mail last night. I have a visa for a year! I now have my passport returned to me and I feel much more at ease. It has been nearly a two-week process.
Thank you for listening and supporting me on this next adventure. i hope to give more honest and true depictions of what it is really like here: the times here have been both good and bad. Certainly can't expect everything will go smoothly. It is hard discerning the reasons behind the ups and downs. And I try not to analyze too much because it doesn't seem to get me anywhere. I have not been writing much because honestly I have not had much time to write (something I am trying to change because I feel less alone when I have my pen and paper) I am learning. I think this is is positive. I am learning to truly just go with the flow. However, it is good to have a friend or family member just to listen sometimes. I feel I spend so much time in my own head, listening to my own thoughts- some of which are helpful and some not so helpful. I am begining to think that many of our thoughts are not actually true- they are just the beginning of stories. We see the world as we are. Reality is what we experience. Telling these stories are important so I will try to do just that. I want to do each character justice, so getting to know the characters in my life in New Zealand is important first. This is totally new for me- living and trying to work in New Zealand. My mom's partner is my roommate- who would have thought that would've happened?!
i am again typing when it is the end of my day. so i will resign until tomorrow....
a few words before i go. peter has been so hospitable to me, but there is something that is awkward about the situation. i am sure the awkwardness will never completely disappear because he is after all "trying to date" my mom (that is peter's quote). it certainly has been interesting... i will share more after I understand him better. You certainly get to honestly know a person simply by the way they live, and do things around their home. Oh how I love to observe. this has been a great skill I've strengthened while on my travels.
And as for work i haven't talked much about the characters at work. or how it is to adjust to the work schedule: getting up in the morning and not knowing whether i have the day off or whether i will work again that day. yikes, a bit stressful. it is the end of the season and that's just the way it is. although, it has been an odd season because of the big hail storm *(i will go into detail later on this). for me, the work experience has been mainly good- because if i work i have something productive to do for 6-8 hrs and that means i have an income. if i don't work- that's also good but it has been hard to find the motivation to go with the flow (I just try to be grateful for the work and life). It's hard to prepare myself for the day when i don't know what to expect: if it's going to be a day off or not. i have relied on pete for these communications, but now i am able to communicate more with the contractor which is a positive change. i will have to say it is a good lesson of really practicing "living in the moment" and truly "going with the flow."
I am learning. I get to observe myself in difficult situations and see myself as I am. I watch my thoughts, I observe my physical body and where I tense up and when I feel tense . I can tell when the mood changes, and observe how if i am able to control or not control the emotions that rise with the occasion. I observe what i do with the emotions- do i store them in certain places of my body. Often this is the case. I would say 99.9% of my emotions are stored in my body unless I take time to meditate on my breathe or do some form of flow yoga or exercise.
Wow, once I start writing I realize how much I miss it.
I hope you all are still with me...and I haven't lost any of you. I am new to the blog world and I bit hesitant to write. My family tells me my writing style is similar to "stream of consciousness" which made James Joyce an infamous writer - I am not so sure it will do the same for me- but here it goes!
Thanks for reading.
Love & Peace,
Hannah
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