Dear morning, If it was just you and me, I reckon we’d get on just fine, But, as it is, my morning mood – isn’t mine to own. You see, I share my waking moments – with my children (and my husband). Their voices sway my emotions – though I try so hard not to […]
poetry
Dear Home… #AprilLove2016 & Day 4 of #NaPoWriMo
Dear Home… It took me many years to love you, without a gnawing pain in my heart. For many years I ached to return – To the land where I was born and raised, to the family I said farewell to, and the place of my ancestors. It took me years to accept you, but […]
Dear Love… #AprilLove2016 & Day 3 of #NaPoWriMo
Dear Love, I need to ramble, hand in hand with you, through the woodlands and over hills, snatching tingling kisses on frosty days, warming up in your embrace. Time to plan, wish and dream, seemed endless then. Those thoughts have now become our life – marriage, children, a home to call our own. We’ve travelled […]
Seeking Renewal in Autumn – a poem as the clocks turn back
The days are shorter, closing in, I DEFY them to dampen my mood, (shouting loudly to the sun, setting earlier each night). After all, the weather is still fine, outdoor pursuits remain inviting, I just need to better manage my time, (or start wearing a head torch). I fill my house with candles, repeating an […]
Under a painted sky
Standing under a painted sky – feeling a childlike wonder – as fiery colours touched the soul, and eyes sought out magic. The sky stretched out, like a canvas – Open to interpretation. Clouds with backbones and skeletal forms, Alive with reflected light. © Sarah Lee, 29 February 2016 Linking up with –
#ThePrompt – Fun
‘Have fun, enjoy!’ he says, as I head out the door, I respond with a forced smile and a nod. I’m not sure that I am running for ‘fun’, But if it’s not fun, why the hell am I doing it?! I run to feel free, I run to feel pain, I run to feel […]
Paint – Three Generations | A poem
When I read that ‘The Prompt‘ this week was the word ‘Paint’ I knew exactly what to write about. This past month my dear parents have been staying with us in New Zealand, visiting from their home in England. My dearest Mum loves to paint with watercolours and has been taking classes for a couple […]
Go!
GO! Red light, stop, sigh of relief, Heavy head leans back, eyes close, So tired, barely conscious, Endless nights of broken sleep. Beep! Beep! A voice in my head shouts, ‘Go!’ ‘Eyes open!’ My brain tries again. Beep! Beep! Angry sound in my ears. One eye opens, glimpses the green light. ‘Go!’ calls the voice. […]
After the Wellington winds, the stillness… a poem
Wellington is known for its wind and it’s something that I have a love / hate relationship with. It can make me feel alive and refreshed, or knocked down and eroded like a well worn cliff-face. It takes stamina to live in Wellington and a mental strength that I don’t always have. Before we had […]
Rainbows, winter and cuddles on a Martinborough weekend
We nipped away to Martinborough this Saturday and Sunday. The winter weather wasn’t too harsh, milder than it has been, but there were still plenty of showers between the sunny moments. The lambs in the fields and rainbows in the sky definitely hinted a change in the seasons. Spring is coming… (just hurry up already!). […]
My Sunday Photos | Winter flowers inspiring prose
It’s nearing the end of winter in New Zealand, with the days getting noticeably longer and more fine days in between the cold fronts, but still, when the southerly whips up from Antarctica, we need a little hopeful reminder of spring and summer to come. This weekend, whilst away in our holiday home in Martinborough, […]
Celebrating 16 Years of Marriage | Magic Moments
On the 29th May this year, hubby and I celebrated 16 years of marriage, a good fourteen-plus years of which have been spent living as expats in New Zealand; on the opposite side of the world from our birth place of England and our dearly loved (missed and thought about often) families and friends. It […]
A poem | A Bold Symphony of the Waves
The bold waves – Rolling in like drums; a crashing symphony. The conductor awash, on a horizon without form. Each new set of waves a contrast, of crescendos and diminuendos. Pounding ashore, breaking all defences, taking everything boldly for a ride, dumping it on the final crash. Spectators watch on, with anticipation and awe, captivated at […]
Prose for Thought | Running Pep Talk
I’ve been running a lot lately (summer weather does make it easier – plus there’s more daylight hours to play with around family commitments). It feels great to be out, in my own headspace, running in the sunlight. I love pushing myself to stride out faster and further (so much so that I’m signed up […]