There's more than a little magic in New Zealand, and sometimes you know for sure that it's gotten inside you. This is our cliff, at the northmost tip of New Zealand, where we napped and made up fairy tales.
And here's our campsite at the end of the rainbow. I know...it's a little gratuitous.
If there's one thing I really hope I can hang onto from this experience, it's the sensation of moving through mythic space. We weave ourselves into new stories every day, whether we write, speak, sing, or walk them, and here I know that being a storyteller is sort of like being a magician. Choose your own adventure. As Captain Planet would say, the power is yours.
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References to both Captain Planet and Choose Your Own Adventure-->funny how being a magician entails a childish joy, over gratuitous things like rainbows.
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