The Pilgrimage - Day 5/5

My eyes opened softly, as I lay there, hands cupping my face and the left side of my body nestled into the sand.  The river close by was dancing along the stones and I could still feel a little warmth from the night fire glowing.  I slept deeply although unsure how many hours of rest I got.  A couple of the boys were up and silently boiling water over the fire, the rest were still sleeping. 

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The Pilgrimage - Day 4/5

We woke with the morning sun peeking over the horizon and still wiping the sleep from my eyes, I stood up in the dawn light to receive the day.  I was tired.  Tired in my body and in my mind, but I also felt strength.  Persistence.  Endurance.  We pack up our belongings and smoke a little before we head across the plain like so many hazy figures before us.  

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The Pilgrimage - Day 3/5

Unsure if I slept good or not.  The night passed too quickly for me to not have a got a good chunk of rest, but I remember being awake and restless most of the night.  Either way, my eyes were opening and a small cup of tea was held in front of me gently.  I sat up to drink and observed for a little while.  

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The Pilgrimage - Day 2/5

We woke with dawn, birds chirping in the trees and the moon still high in the sky. It was a relaxing morning, sitting on our mats, drinking tea, swimming and chatting leisurely.  I dip into the river, feeling a little safer from the crocodiles in the daylight.

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I walked 100km on an Ancient Sri Lankan Pilgrimage - Day 1/5

I was tired and grumpy and our day started while it was still dark.  I didn’t particularly want to go as I only managed to grab a few hours of sleep because I was up all night finishing my highly addictive book.  So with sleepy eyes I threw on some clothes, burnt my tongue from drinking my coffee too quickly, and in the darkness found the way to our Tuk Tuk to take us south to Okanda.  

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The Wooden Gate

ou sort of step into another world when you walk through the Wooden Gate. A much welcomed escape from the intensely hot, humid streets that never cease to stop hurrying in the city of Colombo, Sri Lanka. A thick and intricate canopy of trees, climbers and hanging ferns weave a jungle that surrounds the house and provides protection from the ever-glowing sun. You tread softly on the cool cobblestones beneath your feet, and your head ducks in between hanging vines and branches. In the middle, strong but humble, sits a rustic two story home; very artistic, complemented with hues of blue and orange.

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Sydney

Our last evening in Wanaka passed like any other, although the closet was empty, our bags were packed and our room felt very empty and sterile. And in the morning, it was that strange feeling of walking out of a room you’d spent so much time in, knowing it would continue to be, but without your energy, giving thanks for what it has given you and knowing your time there had come to an end. And it was time. I was ready.

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So, whats next?

I've Umm'd and Ahhh'd about the direction that I want to take Ramatree and soon realised I was going about it the wrong way. So I've decided I'm just going to let it grow organically. Which is probably why we haven't spoken in a little while, because to tell you the truth, I haven't been feeling super inspired lately. But thats okay, its only natural to experience highs and lows, especially in the creative realm. 

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What have I been up to this past year?!

Hi de hi, sorry I’ve been a bit MIA for a while. But in all truthfulness, I needed some time off, away from sharing and posting, to give myself what I needed. It’s been a bit of a crazy year and a half, and I feel like this chapter of being at home and being in this space is coming to an end. The end of something is also the beginning of another. So in that light, I thought I’d give a you a brief run down of the past 18 months or so. Beginning with arriving back home from the boat, up until now. Here goes…

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My story, from the Beginning

Young, a little naïve but a thirst to see and experience the world, to step away from tradition and conformity, this is where my story begins. At the age of 17, I finished school and like most, felt pressure to continue studying, although I didn’t have a very clear idea of what I wanted to pursue.

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Character - By Frida

Old pirate soul, barefoot gypsy spirit, open sea thinker, master of detail, one love believer, map collector, blue-eyed adventurer, badass sailor meets nature elegance. What I admire most is the unstoppable ‘free spirited spontaneity’ attitude that reveals itself in everything she does.

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Searching for Balance

For me its finding a path where I plan in the middle ground between my dreams and reality, however, finding groove in allowing the day to unfold itself to me. In this space, and only in this space, this frequency, I learn how to slow down and tune in to the light.

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The Waves of the Ocean

Somebody once told me “Be weary of the things that do not change”… Life is a constant ever changing and ever expanding experience. I know people are always talking about living in the moment, living in the now, because the past and the future do not exist.

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