Introducing Smateria New Zealand’s Number 1 Brand Ambassador....”Sommai” 💕
This beautiful lady & her Smateria RAVE Tote have done a lot of travelling this year!! From NZ to Los Angeles & Las Vegas ✈️ Then from NZ to Rarotonga ✈️ And now NZ to the Gold Coast in Australia!!!
Thank you Sommai for being such a loyal Smateria customer, always proudly repping your Smateria bags everywhere you go!! 🙌🏼
Your support & friendship is most definitely one of a kind!!
We love you 😍 Tracey & Ros xoxo 💕👍🏼
There’s a difference between an expression of deep hurt and betrayal, pointing out the support you’ve given in a relationship over the years, asking why what happened was done to you; and bullying.
A low point of this trip for me was arriving to a message from a friend of over a decade’s new boyfriend calling me a bully for doing the above.
Those two are not the same. Hurting a person, in the full knowledge that you are doing this, and then characterising their reaction in this way is however bullying.
It’s something that happens frequently to autistic people in their lifetime. The wind up. The reaction. The blame. The forgetting of what caused that in the first place.
It’s not surprising the same individual was stripped of a management portfolio for bullying at work. Poorly, I might add. Even people who commit gross misconduct deserve a just removal process, and they were definitely on the receiving end of it as much as they were doing it.
I knew then, as I fought down the urge to ask them to consider how their conduct looked to the other party, that I would eventually be on the receiving end of that blindspot.
I put up with it for two more years. Keeping quiet while they voiced biases against queer people, (wouldn’t want to live in a neighbourhood where they didn’t feel normal), autistic people, while my trauma was forgotten or disrespected, while they tried to persuade me to stop fighting for myself.
An attempt was made to drive a wedge between my partner and I. In the aftermath of that he asked a prescient question, “how much has this person done to accommodate you, it’s clear you were different, and many people already allowed for that. Did they?” The answers were not much and no.
This man in her life now insists he knows all. Doesn’t know me, would be foolish to think that he knew her. He made no attempt to render his lengthy, verbose communications accessible to an autistic person, to understand autistic information processing.
It’s how I know I can feel confident in my decisions. People who care about me show it with their actions. I was tired of indecipherable neurotypical mind games long ago.
I’m slowly learning what real friends look like.
“세상에 1부터 100까지 전부 좋은 일은 없어"
라고 말하듯, 어젯밤부터 빗줄기가 신명나게 지붕을 두드려댔다. 일기예보를 확인해보니 다음주 내내 비가 올 예정이란다. 웰 컴 투 아오테아로아(#aotearoa 뉴질랜드를 뜻하는 마오리 언어. ‘길고 하얀 구름’이라는 뜻이다)! ☁️ ☁️☁️ .
순도 100퍼센트 완벽한 선택이란 없다. 한국에서도, 호주에서도, 뉴질랜드에서도 마찬가지다. 서핑의 성지라는 이곳의 바다는 아직 춥고, 대체로 추울 것이며, 일주일에 한 대 오는 버스 시간표 덕에 나는 운전부터 배우(지 않으면 아무것도 할 수 없)게 되었다. 다만 내가 확신할 수 있는 것은, 이곳에서 나는 또다시 새로운 것들을 배우고 시도할 것이며, 내게 맞는 서핑 포인트를 찾아 미친 듯이 서핑을 하고 있을 것이라는 사실이다🌊
분명한 건 우리가 얼마든지 선택을 할 수 있다는 것, 그리고 그 선택을 옳게 만드는 것도 우리의 몫이라는 것. 초롱이와 산책을 마치자, 거짓말처럼 파란 하늘이 빼꼼 얼굴을 내밀고 있었다.
#nz#surfingholiday +6 #sunday#walk#afterrain
A beautiful part of home 💙 #aotearoa#newzealand#waikoropupusprings#proudtobekiwi#mustdo#sacredplace 🌿
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Not far from Takaka, at the end of a short stroll through native bush, is a hidden paradise. 💙
Te Waikoropupū Springs is home to some of the most breathtaking water you’ll ever see - it’s so clear that the only thing obscuring your view of the plants carpeting the bottom, is the incredible turquoise hue. 💦🌿🙌🏼
Have you visited this Kiwi gem? 💍
To read more about the clearest water in the country, click the link in our bio. 📷: Nelson Tasman
Another beach 🏖🙄
Tāwharanui, and its rich natural resources, made it an attractive place to live from the earliest period of human settlement in the region. The name Tāwhara – nui literally means ‘the abundant edible bracts of the kiekie vine’ (Freycinetia baueriana). This place name is used here in a symbolic sense, reflecting the rich resources of the area, as expressed in the following whakataukī or proverbial saying,
and sea in close proximity. --
He wha tawhara ki uta,
He kiko ta-mure ki tai.
‘The flowering bracts of the kiekie on the land; the flesh of the snapper in the sea
I have some new products that I will be introducing early next year.
But for now I'm busy prepping Xmas gifts for Whānau & friends.
I love being able to make & gift my creations.
This new concoction contains dried Lavender, lots of it.
Any guesses what it might be?
My head is full every day.
Sometimes it’s so full that the act of stringing together actions and plans which might empty some of it out only serves to worsen the pressure and it cracks open.
Other times I manage to notice the weight before reaching this threshold and put something in place.
At the moment it’s hard for me to tell in hindsight, whether I’m frantically patching up cracks, or acting to prevent more. The tension left in the wake of the time it most certainly did crack open precludes me from gauging the status clearly now.
At any moment I’m feeling either pressure or spillage and I can’t tell the difference anymore.
I took myself to a local vineyard today. I’d seen a pamphlet in my cafe about some sculptures being exhibited there.
I chose to drive through the inland scenic route. As you creep closer to the foothills the plains start to undulate slightly, the farming landscape maintains its feeling of expansive spaciousness though.
Parts of my head emptied into it as I drove.
I should have something to say about the sculptures. I do have something to say about the sculptures, and about a lily flowering beautifully to the side of one of the three red bridges. But I found myself sitting on a wooden bench perched at a vantage point on the edge of an island admiring the Japanese-style garden and bridges. Feeling at home amongst the motifs, under the high skies, listening to the bird calls.
Parts of my head emptied into it as I sat there.
It never stays that way. Nature abhors a vacuum and so does my brain. But I’ve been like this for so long I notice it when the pressure, or the spillage, whichever it is, has eased up - even for a moment.