The Heroes Journey!

The tables were turning; seasons shifting like sand. The exploding sun of an epic summer was beating just beyond the mountains, and it was calling for its heroes. The Warrior, the Adventurer, and the Artist had become somewhat complacent in their new roost, tucked away in Jack's Point, just beneath the Remarkable mountains. They were to be challenged, and tested for their true standing within my being. Joshua St Clair is my life's primary project - how is it ever to work out if the dominating facets of my character are never exercised, and shy away from the trials? Ra the sun God would be displeased! He had a roaring summer prepared for St Clair, on the condition that the heroes showed up to an acceptable standard. First to prove his worth within me was the Warrior. So, I focussed on training the Warrior. What does it mean to be a Warrior? This is a lifelong Mahjong puzzle, and by no means have I solved  it at 21 laps around the sun, but I am trying my best to figure i

Spring arrived, wielding colour and knocking on doors. It was the dawn of great beauty, and the celebrations had begun! My joyous soul clapped its hands, giggling in my chest. The gold medalist season had returned home to Queenstown, touching magic into the land like Aslan. Trees were spilling with colour; birds humming to each other. Life was yawning and stretching for its golden hour, and so was I, preparing for my trial shift at Jack’s Point Clubhouse. I knew in heart that this was a special opportunity, so I sprayed my sweetest perfume – a Christmas gift from my mother. The secret perfume trick worked wonders, because the staff seemed to like me. Halfway through the trial, I rushed to the bathroom and slapped cold water across my face. Was I just dreaming all of this? It was the perfect job! The restaurant ran like clockwork, the team was like jelly, and the setting was a Cinema Heaven!  I thanked my lucky stars for bringing me to the clubhouse – a cocoon, tucked undern

I was liberated when college finished. At last, the dumbbell had been lifted from my shoulders, and my freedom had been unlocked! It was time that I cherished most dearly, because time is our most valuable asset. At college, I was trading my time for assignments and reports that I had to feign my interest in. It wasn't the best exchange. But now, with no daily authority governing my actions, I was free to play the hand of Joshua St Clair. Yet, there was one major obstacle in my way. As abound as my excitement and enthusiasm was to launch into the life of Art that I had envisioned, I was pegged to the line by the fact that I needed money to survive. Even though I had ideas rich as truffles, and a vision as vivid as candy, my skills and talents needed much cultivation until they could sustain me on the financial frontier. The paradise I had composed in my imagination was so close, and I was dying to orchestrate it. Yet, the gaze of reality was stern - I needed to postp

One hour after conquering the final QRC exam, I found myself plodding through town with my friend Kate, both in a sopping wet suits. Our cold feet slapped the ground, leaving a trail of footprints through town. Tourists were befuddled, and I can understand why - we looked like two drowned rats. But we didn't care, because college was OUT! And we had just made an ice cold breakthrough into the next chapter of our lives! (Yep, we jumped into Lake Wakatipu). Kate anchored herself in town, and I trudged along to my car which was in the Queenstown gardens. I couldn ’ t wait to hop into the fresh change of clothes which was crumpled up in a plastic bag on the back seat. My thick suit was constricting me, and yet, a brilliant sense of freedom filled my soul - no more classes, no more assignments, no more PE points. Finally, after the heavy slog, it was all over! I had finally arrived at the doorstep of my new life, which awaited me like the dry clothing in the car. I was officiall

Queenstown is like a bee hive, buzzing with all kinds of wayfarers, adventurers and vagabonds. Beedogs from all over the world zip down to this honeycomb, and relish in its nectar – the beauty, the adventure, the freedom. The more I engaged with this energy, the more my desire for the life of freedom was pollenated. I am a Sagittarius, and I long for eternal freedom.  And it wasn ’ t a pipe dream either - it was a ripe dream. I had already starting writing the story of my own dream life – a journey of heart and meaning, guided by the compass of my life purpose and talents. I pulled out my old journal, where the sketching’s of Joshua St Clair were scribbled over the page. This was my ticket, but it still needed a bit of refining if I was going to make it a reality. I didn ’ t even know who Joshua St Clair was! I was crunching through the final few weeks of college time as if it was biscotti. But thankfully I was balancing this rock solid brunch with my love for art, soft a

I am a piano player who moved to Queenstown. I journeyed to the pearl of the south in January of 2016, arriving to study Hospitality Management at the town's resort college, and diving into college antics that same night. But as I guzzled peach flavoured vodka cruisers with new faces, I felt a moan in my soul - that feeling you get when you think you have forgotten something. I rummaged through my belongings that were loosely tossed into the wardrobe, and it quickly dawned on me - I had left behind my bond with the piano! Back at home, I would spend my evenings meandering with my friend the piano, sipping on wine and loosing crumbs of blue cheese to the carpet. I could lean on the piano when times were joyous and when they were rough. It was my guide, and without it, I was lost. Music is what gave me strength. An instrument is the ultimate companion! It can give such wise council to a man in need, and I severely underestimated this. I succumbed to social pressure and was d