I woke up at 2.30 am bounding with energy and listened to the sounds of the night. The wind was rising and swirling outside.
I intended to go out for a little walk in those gusts, I usually love the feeling of swirls and flapping clothing against my skin but once I got out on to the lawn I suddenly started to shiver and feel a chilling cold (it is the middle of summer!!) …so I scuttled back inside.
….yesterday was so unusual. I took my father to see a urologist in Whangarei, two hours drive away. This drive…. I have done it a hundred times.
I usually find the trip quite boring because the scenery is mostly farmland with rolling paddocks for miles topped with grazing cattle and sheep.
The trip started the same as every other one….onto S H 10 and drive drive drive past Taipa, Coopers Beach, Mangonui, past Paradise Bay (it is!) .
Then we got close to Taratara which is a towering rock jutting up from the middle of someone’s farm a couple of kilometres from the road.
This is where things started going strange.
I looked at Taratara.
It was about 11 am but the light had the quality of very early morning, that soft and subtle softness that allows for little details in colour to show up and shimmer. This is what I saw, very sublte colour variations shimmering. A palette of browns shimmering, and greens and golds…..
I looked at this beautiful sight and thought, this looks just like the south of France. Which is also strange since I have never been there…in this lifetime anyway.
And…more strange… I have never liked this prominent rock feature before….somehow it scared me. The energy felt closed, hidden, do not enter, it said. It also felt heavy and masculine, even though the name Tara is the alchemists word for the divine feminine.
Anyway, all that changed in the blink of a eye and I suddenly found I was besotted with Taratara. It looked…straighter, like it was standing up straight, not hunched or burdened with whatever worries or concerns it used to have. It looked awake, like it had awakened and was aware.
I said to my father, doesn’t Taratara look different, amazing. He said, no…it looks the same it always does.
He does not read poetry!!
Then I got to Totara North and looked over to Whangaroa (these are locations along the coastal route on the east of the Far North of NZ by the way) .
There is the most magnificent rock towering above the little settlement of Whangaora called St Pauls Rock. I have never looked at this rock before. In all those over 100 times I have driven past this bit of landscape I have never once I considered this rock beautiful…. I didn’t even know it was called St Paul’s rock until I googled its name 10 mins ago.
St Paul’s had the same enticing light quality as Taratara. It said come dance with me.
And I saw, felt, that a line could be drawn between Taratara and St Pauls. There was communication lines going on between the two of them.
You know what I really felt? I felt that one of the great masters had got out his/her paint brushes and, through sheer infatuation with the word ‘beauty’, had sat down and painted the scene of Taratara and the scene of St Pauls that I had just gawked at.
It really felt other dimensional..like I was not in 3D but somewhere else. While this experience was happening….. time slowed down.
I said to my father…man, this trip is taking sooooo long, we haven’t even got to Kerikeri yet. Kerikeri is an hour in driving distance but it took an extra 20 mins and it seemed like we’d been travelling for 2 hours. My father felt the same way.
Okay, so we tick off Kerikeri on the road map and then we are supposed to turn left a little while past the Paihia turn off so that we get onto State Hiighway One to Whangarei.
Except I suddenly found myself turning right, not left. If you turn right on to SH One, you, um, end up back at home via the other route!!
At the same time, while making this extravagant manoeuvre (extravagant because we were going to be late for the Drs appt if the trip took any longer) I thought, something is so wrong here.
We got, say, five mins up the road and when the road signs clearly told me I was heading north I stopped and my father said…you know you’re going the wrong way don’t you??
I said to him, laughing my head off…. it was so funny….. I don’t know where I am!!
He said, just go the opposite way to what you’re doing now…which I have to say was good advice.
So the trip was hilarious and amazing and stupendously interesting. We just made the appointment on time even though we left home with an extra hour to spare. Somewhere a whole hour disappeared. That was the longest trip to Whangarei ever!!
I got home feeling refreshed and like I say, I woke up at 2.30 this morning feeling so amazingly awake and aware. Just like my friends Taratara and St Pauls.