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TA Day 25, zero day, Auckland

Blissful dances on a Moreton Bay Fig tree wearing borrowed cloths in Auckland's Domain.
Blissful dances on a Moreton Bay Fig tree wearing borrowed cloths in Auckland’s Domain.

I am laying in a bed letting the body recover until all hours of the morning, make that the afternoon. Susie is the daughter of friends of my mother-in-law. You can’t imagine how nice it feels to hear her say, “Make yourself at home!”

And I am doing just that with her lovely family.

Happily.

I feel overwhelmed by all there still is to walk, but I’ve gotten this far, so I’ll likely figure things out. At least that’s what I keep telling myself, unwilling to unmoor my body from these cuddly covers and begin crossing things off my list like wash clothes, repack and send the bounce box, shop for food, buy a hut pass and see about a hitch through the upcoming closed section.

I know, I know. Yesterday, I said I am not a ‘skipper’ – apparently there’s a lot of drama surrounding those who walk and those who grumble/hitch – but I need to draw the line somewhere and there’s a 36 kilometer detour around a closed forest that takes the hiker on roads through suburbs.

The TA Association is doing its best and the trail is more ‘route’ than ‘trail,’ but I think even my purist self realizes my time might be better served moving through the suburbs on wheels.

Blissful experienced incredible generosity in New Zealand by friends of friends as well as complete strangers.
Blissful experienced incredible generosity in New Zealand by friends of friends as well as complete strangers.
All of Blissful's hiking clothes drying in the sunshine. After a month of hiking, she was wiped out physically and mentally.
All of Blissful’s hiking clothes drying in the sunshine. After a month of hiking, she was wiped out physically and mentally.

I’m thinking about recovery as I recover, about hearing what your body tells you. I was wrecked this morning – not with any specific pain or injury, just overall exhaustion. I feel good walking and pushing a little for that last bit catching the sunset at Waitemata harbor and the glow on the Pacific followed by a chilled, wind-in-the-hair ferry ride.

But, as you’ve been reading, this walk is almost a form of chelating as all manner of toxins are being scoured from my insides. Yes, the physical effort is taxing, but the emotional response has me feeling turned inside out.

Near the port in Auckland's CBD.
Near the port in Auckland’s CBD.
Sunset from Mission Bay, Auckland.
Sunset from Mission Bay, Auckland.

The startling result is the support coming from everywhere – my family, my friends, readers who I’ve never met and hikers on the trail. No one has told me to stop dwelling or get over it. Rather there’s a celebration of revealing my soul as I work through whatever it is I need to uncover and manage.

Nearly a week ago I met a Kiwi who told me my subconscious has demanded this long walk. Perhaps pushing my body, pushing the bounds of my outer world and shifting my perspective – not-to-mention putting my career at risk with this long leave-taking – is the only way to get at this inner work as well as all these big feelings that are old yet sadly, familiar.

But enough of all that, time for laundry and fresh air on the deck, my clothes blowing in the wind. I pick through my bounce box, trade a few clothing items, check the tent for damage, and thank the goddess there is none.

The view from Auckland's Sky Tower.
The view from Auckland’s Sky Tower.
A haka selfie with Susie and Sarah.
A haka selfie with Susie and Sarah.

Then it’s time to take a tour. Sarah drives us to the waterfront of the City of Sails, everyone is out in the chilly, rarified, rain-cleansed air – bikes, scooters, walkers, sunset watchers.

The light is golden on the hills and at Auckland’s lovely city park on a hill, the Domain, where I climb up on the long graceful roots of the iconic Moreton Bay fig. New Zealand’s Christmas tree, the pohutukawa is getting an early start this year, petals falling like bright red snow.

Browns Island or Motukorea is a blown out volcano.
Browns Island or Motukorea is a blown out volcano.
My hosts live in Mount Eden, a bustling neighborhood in the hills above the CBD.
My hosts live in Mount Eden, a bustling neighborhood in the hills above the CBD.

We head downtown for the ultimate tourist destination, the sky tower. Signs explain it sits a few feet higher than the Eiffel Tower but not quite as high as the Empire State Building. I feel little claustrophobic, so Susie keeps chatting to distract me on the ride up 60 stories, actually only a few hundred stairs more than Peach Cove I note even as I try to manage my stomach lurching.

The view is lovely of lights, buildings, the neoclassic War Memorial museum in purple. We make haka faces for our selfies then head home to bake five pumpkin pies for tomorrow’s feast.

I am deeply grateful for new friends, deeply grateful I’m well and happy, deeply grateful I took this chance right now.

Sweet dreams and happy thanksgiving.

Rolling out dough for Thanksgiving pies. Susie imported the tradition when she settled in New Zealand.
Rolling out dough for Thanksgiving pies. Susie imported the tradition when she settled in New Zealand.

18 Responses

  1. I’m one of THOSE you have never met. I “know” you thru my especially dear friend, Merry Anne R. I’m so glad she told me about you and your HUMUNGOUS DREAM! My brain can’t even go there. I can’t imagine keeping up the way you have and now THANKSGIVING DAY – we sure DO HAVE SO MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR. I just imagine all the people in the world who “might” want to do what you are doing but due to many rules, by many leaders and circumstances will never be FREE to do this. My walks and talks and miles are so little compared to you but I do believe God has special plans for each of us that we often don’t even dream of until we are n the MIDST of HIS plan. He sure has been good to you and spared you so many things that COULD HAVE OCCURRED. Sure would be a treat one day to meet you – somehow – somewhere. I sure admire your tenacity and determination to do the job and do it well. God Bless Ya ‘new’ friend.

    1. Thank you for this wonderful note, Bea! I am so blessed and grateful for this opportunity – and playing the tourist today in beautiful Auckland!

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