Thursday, June 04, 2009

Up, up & away

I'll be away for the next couple of days, retreating to a place where a welcoming temple built of stone, timber, copper and glass sits patiently on an eyebrow of the Banks Peninsula hills; very different indeed to the dusty streets of Jerusalem my sons Daniel and Tomas are walking at the moment... 

Christ College of Trans-Himalayan Wisdom is a school of philosophy with a particular emphasis on meditation and esoteric psychology and astrology. Opening to students for formal training on 21 June 2009, the school will create a synthesis of all spiritual traditions found in New Zealand. It will be a point of inspiration for the global community, linked to six other similarly-focussed schools located around the world. 

For further information, please visit the website or contact Lawson Bracewell at


  1. eek! - snow and glass! - a "three pairs of woolly socks" situation I reckon.

    Looks like your Antarctic background will come in handy then ...

    All The Best!

  2. Have a blissful time Claire. See you on Monday - still in a state of bliss I trust.

  3. Have you ever had the experience of being on a salt pan in the Northern Cape?

  4. I've made many elegant speeches
    to the assembly. Now it's time to

    walk outside and be quiet. Shams draws
    me to words, then two days of silence.


    Hope peace is upon you . . .

  5. bluemoon - how right you were; except, four pairs of socks would have been good, plus a neck gater and possum-fur scarf! Exhilarating stuff, but I'd have to say that 'bracing' myself against the elements was not reallllly what I had in mind for myself this weekend - that kind of thing goes with the territory in Antarctica, but up there on the peninsula,staying close to the fire was what I wanted to be doing! (What a wuss - how DO you spell that word by the way?)

    Thanks, Kay - and yes, it was 'just right.'

  6. Anon - come to think of it, I have experienced a salt pan in the N. Cape, yes. It was a striking and eery landscape. I remember feeling immediately thirsty.

    The light on the salt was dazzling - my children climbed a small mountain of it and, looking back at those photographs now, it's hard to tell whether it's sand or ice or salt they're on.

    If you haven't read Michel Tournier's book, The Four Wise Men, I recommend it. Towards the end of the book, there's a chilling, mesmerizing, punishing and ultimately redemptive account of a young man working the salt mines somewhere in the Middle East. It never fails to move me to tears.

    Aq. Aye - thank you for your blessings.