the weeks gone by...

Well a few weeks have past and lots has happened. My eyes have been open and shut to ideas, perspectives and life chapters. The new year was brought in with a wonderful week adventure in the interesting and unpredictable adventures of Woodford Folk Festival. A fantastic gathering of individuals, friends, family from all walks of life was a precious experiences and opportunity to be apart of. Throughout the week I met and talked to people who were kind enough to tell me about themselves and I was able to gather a broader understanding of others and what is important to them is not always what is important to me, but still holds a strong place in a community of people. The culture aspect led by the fantastic and eclectic collection of music, food, art, dance and more was a breath of fresh air from the hectic lifestyle of work and obligation. As the week drew to a close the memories were cherished and motivation to make a difference remained and was taken home to build on throughout the year.
The following weeks have allowed for much thinking and plenty of drinking which has resulted in some memorable moments. At the top of the list would the chance to tattoo a mate. To leave an imprint on someone forever is a strong and rewarding experience, only if it was small. The surf has also been alright, and surfing and summer and pretty girls are enough to brighten any week.
The coming days also hold surprises, big day out, put put, and more beach action.
P.S Goodbye Geof

Her and Him

The New Year

Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

my future told

Yesterday was an interesting day. I had had a pretty good morning, surfing, eating and seeing and old friend. During the lunch period i called into see a mate at a local music store that i help out at occasionally. While the owner was out getting some lunch i was serving two girls and noticed a man, of a dark complexion wearing a bandanna looking around the shop and at me. After i had served the girls he proceeded to approach me and explain that he had read my aura. For some reason i didnt feel strange about this at all. He told me that i had a luck coming my way in march and that i am better at helping others solve their problems rather than solving my own. He told me that he could tell i was'nt money or material driven. At this stage he had not asked me any questions only told me what he had read through his brief observation.

He asked for a look at my palm, I kindly obliged. He then wrote on a peice of paper scrunched it up and handed to me. I had no idea what was on it. He told me jsut to hold it for the moment. Yogi (which was what he told me his name was) then asked my favourite flower. This took some pondering but the only type of flower i have ever attempted to grow was a rose, so i said rose. He then asked how many brothers i had and i said none. He then asked sisters, i think he meant to ask siblings in the first place. I replied with three. Yogi had written this on his notepad then showed me. He then asked me to open my peice of paper and wonderously rose and three were both on my paper. Pretty cool i thought to myself. I am not to one to believe in that stuff but this guy had done well.

He then told me that in order my interests were travel, music and love. Which when i think about it i can sorta see, but with most of that stuff you can talk urself into believing they say. It was at this point he asked for money to tell me more about my future.

I kindly declined and told him that would take the fun out of life and iam happy to make my own future, however it goes. Yogi in a humbling voice nodded and smiled and told me i was a lucky man and disappeared down the street.

So my day was intrigueing and interesting and Yogi is if he is a dam good psychic.

Thanks Yogi