… on the road. Especially the Desert Road which traverses the North Island’s volcanic central plateau. Although the road is often busy, the landscape itself is barren and desolate.
… or perhaps the road to the Whakapapa ski-field and a few nights of luxury at the Chateau Tongariro.
Perhaps it’s because I’m a coastal dweller, but I always find peace and a sense of well-being in the mountains.
Life is anything but tranquil at the moment, and I need a gentle reminder to slow down, worry less and notice more the beauty around me.
In Whanganui a couple of weeks ago I saw this rather imposing structure at the Bason Botanic Gardens. The words on it read:
“Through the trouble of this world there still runs a thin stream of serenity for those who seek it.” — Stanley Bason
In 1966, Stanley Bason gifted his home and farm of 25 hectares to the city of Whanganui, for the “creation of a botanical reserve.” He firmly believed that as population increased and urbanisation spread, people would need beautiful, open spaces in which to relax and escape the pressures of everyday life.
His generosity and foresight have provided the people of Whanganui, and visitors, with just that.
Although I’m not religious, I do find churches places of great serenity.