New Zealand's been on my mind, especially in my dreams, lately. The South Island of my subconscious doesn't match up with its earthly reality, but it shares the same green hills rising out of the sea, the same wild vegetation, the same winding coastline and roads that hug its curves.
So many of my experiences during my two and a half years there were filled with a kind of synchronicity I've never come across in my life before or since.
The day I made this image is definitely counted among the strangest of my life. I might tell the full story another time, but it was an afternoon filled with coincidence and living archetypes. At one point I was in a state (no, uh, self-medication involved) where reality felt completely suspended, like some kind of time warp.
For lack of a better expression, I feel like New Zealand is my spiritual home, and I'm so badly wishing I could go back to visit more regularly. Most of all, I crave being by the ocean again. I don't think I can take the desert much longer.
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