by Genevieve | Jun 29, 2015 | Blog, Chronological, Health, New Zealand, Organics
A friend of mine gave me a gift certificate for a session with Margaret Hema a year ago. I had heard of her before, stumbled across her website, hummed and hahhed, typed out an email to book an appointment, but never followed through.
by Genevieve | Jun 8, 2015 | Blog, Chronological, New Zealand, Recycling
I am on New Zealand’s glorious South Island, in a small town cozied up to the western border of Abel Tasman National Park, with a first class view of Golden Bay, relaxing in front of a fire built by my guy, snuggled in an overstuffed arm chair in the lounge of an eco lodge hand crafted by the owners, and …
by Genevieve | May 24, 2015 | Blog, Chronological, Gear
So, I am looking to buy a new laptop. Before I launch myself off into the great wide beyond, it would be best if I replace the brick currently masquerading as my portal to the digital world with something that will turn on with the first try instead of the 8th, will not quit on me before I remember to save my work, and weighs a bit less than… well, a brick.
by Genevieve | May 16, 2015 | Blog, Chronological, Travel, Treading Lightly
I have started this post over and over again, trying to figure out how to best summarize my decision to purchase carbon offsets for my flights. It is a complex topic and one I wanted to know more about before putting pen to computer screen.
by Genevieve | Jan 11, 2015 | Blog, Chronological, Travel, Treading Lightly
The idea of meandering my way around the planet at a leisurely pace, allowing enough time to soak up the minutia of each locale, is a veritable wet dream of mine. Though, a close examination of my travel history would make me sound like a liar. Ok, maybe you would not have to look that closely.
Life has become a series of races to the finish line. Deadline after deadline, project after project, goal after goal have etched a groove into my subconscious routine, resulting in a mad rush to produce as much as super humanly possible within the shortest amount of time conceivable. Slowing down my pace sounds lovely, and feels like a failure.