So who's this Fletch character then?

The more we get to know one another, the more effective I can be as a guide through this journey of yours. So here’s a bit of me. I look forward to hearing about you.

I grew up in Titirangi, West Auckland and had what you would call a pretty white, middle-class upbringing. It wasn’t apparent to me at the time, but I’ve found that understanding this position of privilege has been critical to forming a grounded and compassionate view of the world. After completing school, I went to the University of Auckland, where I eventually came out with a Masters degree in biology and marine science. 

This qualification has been a big part of my adult life. After I graduated, I spent four years traveling and working in South East Asia where I worked in a number of marine conservation projects in Malaysia, Indonesia and the Maldives. Travelling abroad is an eye-opening experience that I think everyone should do. I learnt about the diversity of the world–especially socially and economically–and realised how privileged we are here in our little 21st century corner of the developed world.

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In 2015 I came home to New Zealand for good and spent six years working for Sustainable Coastlines, a charity that empowers people across Aotearoa and the Pacific to conserve our coastlines and waterways. It was here where I first had the opportunity to work closely with Mana Whenua, and that gave me an insight into Te Aō Māori. In starting to understand this world view I saw something that I later learned was also critical to a Buddhist world view: an appreciation for the interconnectedness of everything. Our western world is so full of seperateness–‘This is mine, that is yours’–and I believe this has lead to much of the personal, social, political and economic discontent we see in the world today. This was more eye-opening stuff for me.

Breaking Point

It wasn’t all roses. Life events had transpired in a way where in 2016 I found myself with depression and addiction. I used cannabis heavily for several years, smoking everyday, sometimes before work. I was trying to self-medicate a deeper pain that I hadn’t yet touched. I went to therapy, which helped, but I always circled back to my destructive patterns. Sometimes I’d just stare at a wall for hours knowing that if I didn’t do anything then nothing could get worse. It was the first time I’d been so low. 

During that period I was living in a flat in Auckland with a yoga teacher. She saw what I was going through, witnessing me everyday laying in my hammock trying to escape the world. I have a lot of gratitude for her now. She had enough compassion to suggest that I might give meditation a go. She told me it might help how I’m feeling. 

I don’t know where or when I first heard about meditation, but I remember being interested in this ‘alternative’ approach. Perhaps it was my time in Asia (where meditation is much more mainstream) where I was exposed to ways of life that seemed more peaceful than the way we live in the west. I have also always been interested in the deeper meaning of life and had an early, almost scientific interest in this guy called Buddha. I think my subconscious stitched these threads together and the idea of learning to meditate really appealed to me. I downloaded the app she suggested that day and I gave it a go. 

The very first time I tried, something just clicked. Then it kept clicking. It was like all lines in a game of tetris going off at once. The 15 minutes went by in a flash. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I felt better, so I kept going. I had become a meditator, and I’ve kept up a daily practice ever since. (As an aside, I have since learnt why meditation is so powerful for people who are experiencing depression. You can read my article on this here.) 

I have always liked just watching and observing things, so the ability to just sit and watch my mind as it worked, as it uncovered the answers to all of my questions out of stillness seemed like the most incredible thing to me. Once I learnt to go deeper, some really interesting things came up. I started to see patterns, which I explored, and I started to understand where my depression was coming from. From here, my external world started to change in parallel with the internal. It really was a powerful exposition of the idea that everything starts in the mind. I realised that all the answers I was searching for were inside me all along. I was the key to my own success. Buoyed by my progress, I kept going.

Eventually I found myself at the local Buddhist centre. Again, it was my returning addiction that delivered me there. I started attending a group called the Buddhist Recovery Network. This is something like a narcotics or alcoholics anonymous group with a Buddhist flare, and includes a group meditation afterwards. I liked it, it helped, and I was interested to learn more. Soon enough I started attending regular Saturday group meditations, then my first retreat. My addiction certainly wasn’t instantly cured–it took many years of work after that–but I saw in meditation and Buddhism a path for understanding myself on the deepest levels, and a way to undo my destructive programming. 

After several years of practice I wanted to share this tool that had given me such immense benefits. I have always enjoyed teaching (I did a lot of it in the world of conservation), and I get told I’m pretty good at it, too. At first I ran a few sessions for my colleagues at work, and soon after took a course on facilitating mindfulness sessions. Eventually I rustled up the courage to put on my first beginners meditation course. It had two attendees, one of whom was a friend from work. That was in 2020. A few years later I decided to quit my ‘real job’ to become a full-time struggling meditation teacher. I have now taught several hundred students over dozens of courses.

Buddhist?

Growing up in a non-religeous household, and with Western society in general shifting toward atheism, I have always been reluctant to call myself Buddhist. However, the older (and hopefully wiser) I get, the more inclined I become. If nothing else, I’m absolutely convinced that this chappy sitting under a tree in India 2,500 years ago had a pretty damn good idea of how it all works. (You can read more about Buddha’s enlightenment here.) Since that initial entry to Buddhism at the Buddhist Recovery Network in Auckland, I have practiced under Triratna and Theravadan traditions (including the School of Vipassana).

When you look into Buddhist philosophy (Dharma), you will find an intricate map of the subtleties of the mind. This far surpasses the level of detail that has been produced by western philosophers in the two and a half millennia following Buddha’s enlightenment. To anyone who is interested in how the mind works, there seems to me no better analysis. Self help gurus like Tony Robbins are flocking to Buddhist philosophy because of its clarity and efficacy. Learning meditation is just the beginning, the first step on the path. It’s learning about yourself that is the real journey. If you want to push this journey to the end with this opportunity you have here on Earth, the promise of enlightenment–the total and complete cessation of all suffering–awaits. Sign. Me. Up.

Ichiban

No story of me could be complete without an introduction to ​Ichiban, my boat and home. In the midst of that low period in late 2016, somehow, for some reason, I bought a 50 foot classic yacht that didn’t float. Yeah, I’ve always been a dreamer, and you know that scene at the end of Shawshank Redemption where Ellis Boyd Redding (Morgan Freeman) is walking up the beach in Mexico to meet Andy Dufresne (Tim Robbins), who’s working on that sailboat on the sand? Well, something in me has always wanted to be like Andy Dufresne, with that sense of freedom, hope and promise. Maybe, in the depths of my depression, I was reaching for something that looked like hope.

I really didn’t know what I was buying at the time or how beautiful she was going to be. Turns out I had purchased a well known racing yacht from the 1960’s. First in class in the 1961 Transpacific Yacht Race being her crowning glory. She was professionally crewed in her day, but sitting in a yard at the end of Te Atatu Peninsula, she really didn’t look like much. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and the guy totally saw me coming. “Six months”, he said, "you'll have her back on the water”. 

I’d never done anything like that before, and over the next six years Ichiban and I both underwent a transformation. Battling depression, addiction, then more depression because it took so long and a second drug addiction on top of that, I just kept going. I didn’t have weekends, I didn’t have holidays, I cocooned myself in that shack at the end of Te Atatu Peninsula and learnt how to restore a classic yacht. Many people have asked me if I ever felt like giving up, but I was in too deep to ever consider the possibility. What kept me grounded through this whole time was my meditation practice. It didn’t matter how down or how high I was, I religiously did my 20 minutes everyday. Everytime I sat I could feel the grip of all the troubles easing. 

Eventually the end was in sight. One day my ‘to-do’ list read “call Marine Haulage” (the truck that would transport Ichiban to the marina). She was relaunched on April 4th, 2022, with mum smashing the champagne across the bow. In January 2023 I sailed from Auckland to the Bay of Islands, which is where I now reside with my furry four-legged flatmate, Josephine Wray.

One happy day near the end of the project, approximately late 2021.