
Summer, I love you, as does my bare skin… and here follows a poem on the simplicity of summer and how it makes me feel so good, with its long daylight hours and salty sea kisses… Linking up with…
Summer, I love you, as does my bare skin… and here follows a poem on the simplicity of summer and how it makes me feel so good, with its long daylight hours and salty sea kisses… Linking up with…
Halloween last year was as it should be – in the northern hemisphere, in autumn (albeit living in Santa Barbara, California, wasn’t quite the northern hemisphere type of Halloween I remembered from my apple bobbing youth growing up in England, UK). It was lovely to be living somewhere where pumpkins were plentiful (as we experienced […]
A sunset on a Saturday, at beautiful Princess Bay, on Wellington’s South Coast. The gift of light, in all its entirety – from dawn to dusk and every filtered stream in-between. The luminescent glow of light, reflected off the greenest canopy, in the New Zealand bush. Light filtering through the canopy, to shine on a […]
The time moves forward on the hourglass tonight – Not a frown line to be seen. A kingdom of inspiration, and it looks like you’re the Queen. The date is here now, on the winding path of life – Cannot hold it back; Heaven knows I’ve tried! So bring it on! Open the door! Be […]
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 […]
Autumn in Santa Barbara is not like any autumn I’ve ever experienced. It feels like summer, minus the long, light evenings. But there is still a change in the air, however slight it may seem to this British born lass, used to living in windy Wellington, New Zealand, for well over a decade! There are […]
This week my ‘Prose for Thought’ contribution is derived from trying to settle two of my children into a new school, in a new country. Progress is slow and painful. My husband and I feel like we’re going through the early weeks with our first child all over again – such is the extent of […]
It’s been just over a week since we landed in L.A. We are settling in, doing all the usual necessities of any new expat; setting up bank accounts, getting ourselves some wheels, getting to know the money, the shops, the food and become accustomed to the climate (which, as we already anticipated, is very favourable). […]
They play so easily, these two friends. Ideas roll, with fluid simplicity. They talk in a language of their own. Perfectly balanced, like a well crafted bridge. Let’s hope the ocean, that now divides them – Is to them but a stream, to step over. In their imaginations, they can be – Free to fly, […]
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, […]
It’s pretty crazy in beautiful New Zealand right now. We’ve had some big wobbles in the shaky isles, which have been rather unnerving – but that goes with the territory here! This map, from GeoNet, shows all the quakes from Friday 21 July up until earlier today (Tuesday)… Pretty crazy amount of activity. We live […]
I enjoyed a beautiful run as the sun set over the Cook Strait, between New Zealand’s north and south island. It was a perfect winter’s evening, with just enough of a breeze to support me in finding my breath and driving my step. It was the kind of evening that cannot be passed by without […]
Before I ever laid a foot in Aotearoa (New Zealand) I received the gift of a pounamu (greenstone) necklace, beautifully carved in the eternity symbol, from my boyfriend who had left England to take up a job in Aotearoa. The year was 1996 and I had planned to join him in February 1997, on a […]
Ten years ago I was labouring long and hard to bring my first born daughter into the world. This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, remembering her arrival into the world. ________________________________________________