The beauty of small things

We’re on the road for one and a half years now. Living in New Zealand full time again, I notice how easy it is to get used to its amazing countryside. When ‘the nature’, as the Germans say, ceases to blow you away on a daily basis, it’s crucial to treasure the small things. It’s meaningful to surround yourself with beautiful things that are easy to appreciate. I am happy we brought our Ahoi Marie cups from Hamburg on our trip, rather than just any odd ones, for fear of breaking the precious ones. Consequentially, we have lost one of them at Tora Tora Tora. Now I often wonder whether there’s an afterlife for designer cups, or who might enjoy its presence. The other two still give me a bolt of joy every day I take them out of the shelf. Amazing!

On grandiose beaches, with a surround sound of giant waves rolling in, it pays to notice the small rocks and pieces of wood carved by the sea, or how colours of sand mix into ever evolving patterns. Amazing!

We have just found a heap of ram’s horns here. They are actually insides of squids. Amazing!

Also, always in our company, are two little explorative animals, searching, demanding, giving, learning. Amazing!

Appreciating small things lead to enjoying bigger things, and it’s an addictive game to play. Every small item has a bigger truth; there’s granular self-similarity. I’m trying to enjoy small things on a daily basis. I feel it would be such a waste not to.

Oh, by the way, we’re around the East Cape now and there’ll be more soon!