It’s been months since we’ve had consistent rain in Santa Barbara, Southern California. As much as I adore the sunshine, I do miss the ever-changing weather of our home in Wellington, New Zealand. Last night, and this evening, we’ve had proper rain – that lasts for more than an hour and leaves real puddles behind!…
Category: Poetry
He understands. He loves her. He will stand by her. She loves him.
So many people don’t understand. They make her feel weak for depending on medication. It’s not just the medication though – it takes much more than that. She has a family who understands, who appreciates her, as she is. She was born with strong sensitivities. Life, in her youth, was always a see-saw. Little things…
The Sea Princess & the Pebble Shell Castle
The winding steps, walled with pebbles and shells, whispered to the Sea Princess on the beach. The beach castle needed her help. She peered through the gaps in the pebbled walls, careful of the witch, who could turn her to stone. The castle walls spoke to her, telling the Sea Princess to seek out a…
Some sunsets feel too good to see alone | Prose for Thought
I took a walk, alone, on a Friday evening, after a week of being with my three children, every hour of every day. Alone, by the sea, I walked along the beach, past couples entwined and groups of friends sharing drinks, past people walking their dogs and jogging on the sand. There wasn’t anyone else…
Prose for Thought – Over the rooftops of San Francisco in Fall
Inspiration for this poem is from a week staying in San Francisco. A beautiful, sunshine week in early Fall, but the beauty marred by the number of people sleeping rough on the streets; and the answers I sometimes struggle to give to the questions my children ask. Linking up with others that like to write…
Prose for Thought | The anxiety of separation
Her face was just like all the rest, on pick up time at three. The adrenaline that had twisted thick, buried for a spell. The anguish of the morning, the torment of the night. The constant torture of anxiety, that steals family time. It even creeps upon us at weekends, when we’re trying to forget….
Exploring new ground: Labyrinth
Running a new trail, no preconceptions Following the track, as long as it runs. Uphill legs are taken without knowing Desire to explore overriding exertion. Unexpected surprises of nature – Cross the path ahead, & sour in the sky. A labyrinth of trails, for mind and soul – Prick the senses, revive the body. ©…
Stepping out the door for the last time
There was the smell of spring in the air, when I stepped out the door to feed the cat, even though it’s the last month of winter. Birds were singing with the vigour of mating, my bare feet didn’t curl back on themselves, wishing for shoes before stepping out. I consciously inhaled the fresh air,…