Jan 27, 2018 New Zealand
New Zealand I’ve fallen for you. Literally. I’ve jumped off a bridge, falling forward to reach you as earth races up at me. All that momentum pushed into my fingertips reminded me of the near touching hands of Adam and God in Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel Fresco. My finger stretched out to the ground – like Adam’s finger towards God; a touch that will give life to Adam as well as to all mankind – for a touch that will give me fresh life from this land.
New Zealand your greenery rolls through thick forests to slopping pastures. With hills like ocean waves rippling out into the distance and wild flower scattered meadows sprawling out into an enchanting kingdom. You must be God’s waiting room for us when we die. At least I hope so.
The glow worm caves that turn day into a starry night as we reverently drift in our boat became a spiritual moment for me. Our Maori guide sang the soothing song of Amazing Grace, how sweet his sound and I felt the overwhelming notion that none of this could have just happened by chance. There are very artistic creators of this world. Who knew that the more variety in land and people the more beautiful it would be.
While in New Zealand I held my hand up to the cavernous sky and down towards the growing earth and felt my place in the Universe. Where my chest rises and falls with the waves of Crete and my footfalls slap like the rain in Copenhagen. My breath stills like the rising steam in Iceland and my hair wraps around me like the desert air of Israel.
The goodness in people is the same from location to location, something that was once lost on me.
But now it’s found