Bula!
Our garden is filled with banana trees.
The other day, I noticed a small bunch of bananas growing on one of them.
Before moving to Fiji, I had never really thought about how bananas grow.
I imagined them hanging from branches, but they actually emerge from a thick central stalk, gradually reaching upward before the fruit develops.
Watching them grow a little each day has become one of those small pleasures that quietly catches my attention.
As I stood there looking at them, I found myself thinking about time.
There was a period in my life when every year seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Now, living in Fiji, time feels different.
Not slower in the literal sense, but somehow fuller.
When I think back to where I was one year ago, my thoughts naturally drift to two years ago, even five years ago.
Those memories feel surprisingly distant, as if they belong to another chapter of life.
It’s a strange feeling, but in a comforting way.
The days haven’t become longer, yet it feels as though I’ve experienced them more deeply.
Perhaps it’s because I spend more time noticing the little things—a banana slowly growing in the garden, the sound of birds in the morning, or the changing colours of the sky.
Living close to nature hasn’t changed time itself.
It has simply changed the way I experience it.
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