Relaxed in a hammock, I smile, watching my seven year old daughter, a florist for a moment, carefully cutting roses from the garden, clutched in her fist. The thorns she is wary of, bees she accepts for without their buzzing, there’d be no roses footsteps are left with care, leaving no debts roses arranged, […]
I’ve been really enjoying having my youngest daughter around at home a lot more and we have been spending time reading books out loud and drawing, taking bush walks and playing around on the piano, doing head stands and dancing, essentially being in the moment, together, and it’s been wonderful. I think all this ‘play’ […]
I feel the light pulling me out, from the dark enveloping me, I’m clinging to the dappled rays, focusing on their offer of warmth, as the cold air creeps around me. It’s a battle of light and dark, winter’s steely grasp on my hand, leading me into the tunnel. Bright chinks in the darkness save […]
There’s days when I’m not convinced, that I’m really ‘a runner’ now, and then I have a crazy moment, where not even the weather can stop me. I used to drive past runners, on inclement days, and wonder, ‘Why?!’ A part of me admired their determination, but on the whole, I thought they were crazy… […]
In between the ages, is where I am right now, as they write the pages, that their young lives sow. Their grandparents live a time that treasures every moment – knowing life is no mime, but to live in the present. I sit in between, silently observing, holding tight, with hands keen, hoping for smooth […]
It’s school holidays here and so my usual hobbies are naturally taking a back seat. Not much time for writing and running, but the day 17 prompt on the 2016 National Poetry Writers Month website caught my interest yesterday. The prompt was; ‘Find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. Now write a poem that […]
Dear Hunger, I shall never forget the way you looked, expressed on the lips of my first child. The milk she sought was slow in coming, after a prolonged and difficult birth. After several weeks and long, painful nights, of little sleep and endless nursing, her hunger was finally satisfied – but the weight of […]
Dear Imagination, I see you every day in my child’s eyes, in her creative play and questions, in the songs she sings and stories she tells, straight from the heart, with natural ease. Her mind has no limits, she can travel through changing dimensions, shape shifting her body through time and space. Today, on the […]
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 –
‘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 […]
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! 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. […]
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 […]
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 […]