Wellington is the home of ‘Big Weather’. The sky scape changes rapidly. It is often four seasons in one day. The clouds can race so fast that they make you feel dizzy (especially if you happen to stand under a city high-rise and look up!). From high vantage points over the hilly harbour city… and…
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Olympics | A Poem for Lyrical Sunday
What an incredible opening ceremony of the Olympics in London! We woke to a brilliant day of winter sunshine in New Zealand and watched the opening ceremony on the television with great excitement and awe. The most amazing history lesson of Great Britain unfolded before our eyes (fabulous slide-show of photographs on the IOC website)….
Lyrical Sunday | SMOKE
A smoke etched face I walked in to the beat of the drums – The moon hanging full in the starry night sky. The fire blazed in the circle of drums, Drawing in dancers with a hypnotic cry. I’d come with my drum, to sit in the circle, To add to the pulsing rhythm round…
Lyrical Sunday | BLUE
Blue like my grandparents twinkling eyes – Forget-me-knots, blue-bells and summer skies. Blue like Paua shell, on the sandy shore – Blueberries, oceans and the TARDIS door. Blue like veins, seen running under pale skin – Royal Blue. Union Jack. Ties me to my kin. Blue of Scotland and my mother’s eyes – Lavender, rosemary…
Book Spine Poetry for Lyrical Sunday
Latte Junkie has set a really fun exercise for this week’s Lyrical Sunday. The idea is to make a poem using the titles of books. I’ve had quite a lot of fun doing this with my oldest daughters over the past week – turning books on their side and putting titles together to make a…
Look what I found in Wellington… A Love Letter!
I was sat on a bench by the bucket water fountain on Cuba Mall, Wellington, sipping a latte in the sunshine, and watching my children play on the little playground. I had been feeling quite shaky and flat emotionally. My youngest daughter, Alice, is two and her sleep has been somewhat erratic of late. It…
Week in the life | Friday & Things I’m Loving
It’s been a strange week of documenting every slice of life for ‘Week in the life‘ – but great to reflect and observe our life too. Today it’s raining. I’m tired. Alice was awake for a couple of hours in the night (again) – over stimulated probably – late to bed (she’s making up for…
Lyrical Sunday: If I could…
If I could swap with Alice for a day – I’d wake with a smile, no cares in my way. I would run around in my Birthday suit, knock over my soup and play on a flute. I’d paint my teddy-bear with jam and cream, dance till I got dizzy and fly in my dreams….
Daddy’s back & a ‘Run’ for Lyrical Sunday
We greeted Daddy at Wellington Airport, first thing on Monday morning. We knew he’d be tired from his travels – but we weren’t expecting him to be quite so burned out… There wasn’t much meat left on him – but he still managed to pedal a bike next to Sophie at the Fonterra Science Roadshow!…
Lyrical Sunday (on a Monday): Friendship
With my sister currently in New Zealand I have really been thinking so much about the amazing connection we have – not just as sisters – but also as friends. We’re also seeing a whole new path unfurl before us – as we unite to give three special girls all the support we can muster,…
Wild at Heart: Lyrical Sunday
‘Wild at Heart’ The house physically sways, like a tree in a storm. Wooden beams, made to flex in an earthquake, take the force. The tin roof magnifies the sound of every broken branch, twisted with the whistle of the wind. I’m glad of the refuge that is my home. The comfort of wind chimes…
A poem for my mother & my mother-in-law xx
Take a walk with me, and see what I see. The early autumn sun casts its shadows – yet the sweet breath of summer lingers on, in my home, near the bay, balanced on hills. Sweet peas I still find in my garden fine. I inhale their scent; too soon they’ll be gone. Memories of summer…
Salt Kisses Of Autumn Winds x
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The pull of the Equinox
It’s getting closer. Our nights are drawing in. I feel the equilibrium. As does the nature in my garden. The leaves have started turning, as your leaves are just budding. You’ve noticed the days beginning to linger on – haven’t you? Snowdrops in your garden, daffodils too? My strawberries are still hanging on – but the…