I’ve always loved the idea of time capsules. When I was 7 years old, I remember our class got to make a time capsule in school. Everyone had to write a letter to their future self and place them all in a box that was then buried, only to be dug up and re opened when we turned 12 and were about to graduate primary school. It was a strange but wonderful moment opening that box and looking back.
But in 2011 the idea of burying a box of letters to mark time seems a bit …. weird?
I recently went down to beautiful Yallingup in the south west of WA, with 2 of the most amazing girls on the planet, KT and Reni, for one of those weekends that you just don’t ever want to end. Ever.
Yallingup is one of those places that always leaves you having conversations and thoughts about throwing it all in and just moving to the beach and never leaving and growing organic produce and never combing your hair and just spending all your waking moments leading a nomadic salt and sand encrusted existence … the simple life. Sigh.
So, obviously I came back. I didn’t end up becoming a complete hippie. Shame. But when we were down there, a group hi-five on the first day and our wolf pack mentality lead to the decision to mark this time. So in 2011 how do you mark time? Take a picture? Blog about it ? Get a tattoo?
I decided to do all three.
Here’s the weekend that was, and will now always be.
Peace & Our Time Capsule