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I had a moment tonight where I realized where I was.
It sounds funny, but it’s easy to take things for granted in our modern era of travel. Had I arrived on a ship I would have been sailing for weeks, even months, to get here. The remoteness surely would have settled in alongside a good dose of cabin fever. Instead I flew with a rambunctious child using my lap as a trampoline. The fact that I was flying over the open ocean didn’t strike me until we were about to land on “The Rock.”
I should perhaps find it odd when my husband comes home at seven o’clock in the morning and casually announces that he “hiked up Mt. Tongariro last night.” But, I don’t. At least not anymore. Not only is it something he does fairly frequently, but it’s the only way he’s been able to get out photographing these days.
Tonight I can hear the ocean waves crashing on Opunake Beach as the sun sets just out of view. The tide is rising, swallowing sand as it creeps its way onto the shore. Sand castles are washed away into oblivion – each grain of sand floating off into the big blue.
Sometimes it’s comforting to know that at the end of the day everything will be washed away. As sad as it is to say goodbye to some experiences, we get to say goodbye to the bad ones with the good. This too shall pass. It’s a reminder to appreciate the moment, especially when it’s a good one, because you won’t be able to hang onto it forever.