As a young New Zealander ANZAC Day means getting up at 5am to watch the dawn service. Sitting in a classroom learning about world war one and the sacrifices these soldiers made, made me always want to come and visit. Doing a sail Turkey last year, also encouraged me to come after hearing stories of President Ataturk delivering a beautiful speech forgiving the ANZAC's for the past.
Finally on the 103rd anniversary, I made it to Gallipoli. We stayed overnight with only sleeping bags on ANZAC cove were some of our soldiers landed, only to face some of the roughest terrain and literally the wost possible location to attack. Movies played overnight showing the conditions in which they lived and fought.
We were awoken by the choir at 4am ready for the dawn service. Once this was completed we hiked to Chunuk Bair, the New Zealand memorial for 11am. There we had the most amazing service were many waiata's and a haka was preformed, of course with a standing ovation.
Being with together with not only the ANZAC's but the people of Turkey was a amazing experience that I would recommend to anyone.
LEST WE FORGET
This time last week I was blessed to witness this performance after the Anzac Day dawn service. I found myself drawn to the Maori women doing the Haka with the men. It was their strength, power, fierceness, protective, secure and feminine energy that drew me to them. A powerful reminder of my journey in recent years to claim back all the parts of me and what it truly means to be a woman. I don’t feel like I’m very far along on this journey, but it’s definitely bringing into my life so many different and amazing examples of women and what this means. And for this I am forever grateful, as I know it means I am on the right path when what I seek is mirrored back to me... you never know where you’ll find the answers you seek. Live with your eyes, mind and heart wide open to the miracles that occur every day ❤️x
I'll just keep pretending I like winter until it's summer again... 🤷🏼♀️