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Instagram love – a poem

There are days when it’s hard to leave the house
not worth exchanging p-jays for a blouse.
To motherhood I surrender, with love –
yet the coop I escape from, like a dove.

Adventures I yearn for, without a care
just my own body and soul laid bare.
To Instagram I fly, fleetingly so –
a few minutes pass, yet time flies like a crow.

To Paris and Rome, over land and sea –
to landscapes of cities and mountains I flee.
So glad am I for the eyes of others
sharing their finds with escapism seekers.

© Sarah Lee, (August 2014)

Instagram love - a poem by Sarah Lee

Instagram love – a poem by Sarah Lee

Some days…

There are days when the sun shines,
but no part of it shines in me,
There are days when my heart aches,
and my head fights to make it see –

This feeling inside is nonsense,
though it seems to control me.
I run, even though I don’t feel like running,
turning off the voices in my mind.

I drink till I’m numb,
then write words to try and free me,
If I can get the right combination,
The key will turn the lock.

The tide has to turn, as sure as the moon appears in the night sky,
But right now I’m stuck in a vortex,
where time seems unchanging.
The light is so dim, but a flickering.

© Sarah Lee (May, 2014)

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Prose for Thought | ‘Bring it On’ – a parody of ‘Let it Go’ from Frozen, for a friend turning forty x

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 fabulous, forty year old, you have to be,
Conceal the grey,
don’t let them know;
they cannot know!

Bring it on! Bring it on!
You are a girl of the seventies born.
Bring it on! Bring it on!
Leave your thirties at the door.

Here you stand,
Looking grand,
Let time lead you on…
Age shouldn’t bother you anyway!

It’s funny how some champagne,
Makes everything seem fine –
And the things that once bugged you –
Don’t get to you at all.

It’s time to see, what you can do,
To turn forty, and break through,
Swim that bay and eat that cake –
No rules for you!

Your power fizzes through the bubbles in your drink,
Your soul is sparkling, in party fractals all around,
And one thought crystallises, like Abba singing ‘Waterloo’,
You will party on and the best is yet to come!

So bring it on! Bring it on!
And party till the break of dawn,
Bring it on! Bring it on!
Cause ‘Love is All Around’

There you stand, in the light of forty,
Let the party rage on…

Age shouldn’t bother you anyway.

© Sarah Lee, May 2014 – parody for my friend on her 40th Birthday (and for anyone else joining the club!)

The beautiful friend this song is attributed to (in the black and white striped top in the photo below) has spent several years parenting as an expat, like me, and so we’ve sent many a ‘pick me up’ e-mail over the years. We met at Sixth Form College in England, when we were sixteen. I only spent a few years with her, but those were our very ‘formative’ years! She’s now living in Sydney, after many years in Dubai, and I very much look forward to seeing her in person again – when we return to New Zealand, after this current stint in California, USA.

A very, very long time ago...!!!!

And a video of me singing this song – (excuse the poor singing – but seeing as I’m now forty I’m past caring what people think! Have a good laugh xxx). In case you don’t recognise me in the photo above (have I really changed THAT much?!!) – I’m the one showing far too much leg!

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Prose for Thought & Writer’s Workshop | Something new I’m loving: I’m becoming a runner

There’s running gear going through the wash every day,
I’ll skip a latte for a smoothie or water.
The wine in the fridge is staying put longer,
When I sleep, it’s with complete mind-body exhaustion.

Goleta cliff top UCSB

I do stretches at random moments in the day,
and play my children at tag with greater guile.
I greet my running shoes with a welcome smile,
and head out the door without hesitation.

Stretching out on Butterfly Beach

On strong days I pump my arms like pistons,
powering my legs as I stride out thinking,
‘I am really feeling like a runner!’

There are other days when I feel weaker,
When my throat dries with thirst at every mile,
and my tongue licks salty lips in need of a drink.
The air I breath in is hot and suffocating,
as I learn to run, where the temperatures are hot,
the sun relentless, the shade hard to find.

Cliff top above Butterfly Beach

My muscles are still getting stronger,
new yet to running and easily tender.
I hold back from over doing it –
my training schedule keeping me straight.
So tempted to run and run on those strong days –
but the risk of injury could lay me up for weeks.

Stretchingout

I’m learning as I go, loving the freedom of being out in the open, running, just like I was born to do.

© Sarah Lee, March 2014

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A place with no real weather | Prose for Thought

Dare I say, ‘I’m getting used to this place’?

Where the weather barely changes –
apart from the length of light in a day.
Where clouds are cause for exclamation –
and rain is a rare, yet welcome, distraction.

I’ve come from a place that knows big weather,
where a person learns to dress in layers.
Four seasons in one day are quite the norm –
and umbrellas are found frequently torn.

Where the wind rushes through the changes –
faster than the met office can print pages.
People look to the sky and feel the air –
their bodies move with elemental care.

We’ve been here four months and seen rain twice,
I still open the curtains and exclaim –
‘It’s a lovely day, look at that blue sky!’

My British upbringing has strong roots.
My mother’s voice still whispers in my head,
‘Get out in the sun, make the most of it!’

My children are quicker to embrace the new.
Responding to my pleas to ‘get out!’ with,
‘Mum! It’ll still be blue tomorrow!’.

We can plan parties outdoors, without care –
I can let go of ‘Plan B’, in the past I wouldn’t dare!
There are no need for things to weigh everything down,
tarpaulins, indoor venues and frowns.

Do I miss the drama and surprise?
Do I miss the spontaneity –
of going with the weather, changing plans,
in a moment, day by day, hour by hour?

Do I miss the smell of the air after rain?
Days when a walk down the road was a battle –
when the warm car, or cafe, held great appeal,
from where I could wait out the storm and watch –

Maybe I do, maybe I don’t –
Most days I’m happy to wake to the blue.
But in a vacuum of sameness –
do I really feel alive?

Maybe I need to find new ways to feel –
let go of my emotional tie to weather –
go with the sameness and embrace it.

It won’t be forever, this time, this place.
There will be years ahead in lands of weather.
For sure, I’ll look back and yearn for this –
So, come on girl, get used to it!

There are far more important things in life,
than harping on about the weather!!

© Sarah Lee, December 2013

Santa Barbara

For anyone that doesn’t know me – I’m British born, but have spent the past seventeen years living in Wellington, New Zealand. I am currently living in sunny Santa Barbara, California, where there isn’t really any ‘big weather’! My British roots and my time living in ‘windy’ Wellington have made me rather ‘weather focused’… so living somewhere without ‘big weather’ is taking a little getting used to (as lovely as it is too!).

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Prose for Thought | Is Disneyland Your Happy Place?

I watched my children’s eyes, filled with wonder –
But saw the the plastic cups and plates in bins.
I marvelled at the sparkling lights and shows –
But thought about the electricity.

I laughed alongside them on the rides –
But wished to hear the same laughs in nature.

I waved at the characters in costume –
But struggled to answer,
‘Is that a person dressed up?’

I steered through the crowds of people, wishing –
I was in a place of large, open spaces.

I gawped with them at all the toys and clothes –
But wanted to wear blinkers, like a horse.

I took photos of so many Christmas trees –
But would have gained immeasurably more –
Taking photos of trees in the wilderness.

I went for my children – they loved it – but –
I struggled with what this was teaching them.
In a time when so many in the world –
Live with so little, hoping for peace –
I felt troubled.

I thought –
Let the memories be happy and thankful –
Let the ‘magic’ be more than a few days –
Let not the excess merchandise taint them –
Let them see past the lights and laughter –
Let them understand happiness –
In its purity.
A happy that is not bought –
But can be found –
in The Everyday.

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After I wrote this poem, I looked over the photographs and video clips, seeing the magic, happiness and laughter in my children’s eyes. And yet, still, my other thoughts still remained in the background. Was it worth it? My children would say, ‘Yes!’ and perhaps, with their innocence, they are right. My mind is so jaded with the cruelty in this world, that they are too young to yet understand and definitely not emotionally strong enough to cope with (are we ever emotionally strong enough?). What would I have rather done? I could list one hundred things – camping, visiting village children in a country where they have so little – but make their own happiness, appreciating every moment of life as a blessing – knowing all too keenly how quickly life can be taken. But they did love the magic of it all, the surreal world of what is possible with imagination and creativity. It will be interesting to hear their own recollections in years to come.

Here’s the video clips of those happy faces –

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Prose for Thought – Rain in the Black of Night

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!

I thought the rain was definitely deserving of a little poem 🙂

Rain in the Black of Night

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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.

Sunset Miramar Beach 1

There wasn’t anyone else alone, completely alone. Just me.
The only company I had was my small pocket camera.
The one thing that everyone on that beach did share that evening,
was a mutual appreciation, for the incredible glow of the sky,
as the sun dropped over the Pacific Ocean.

It didn’t seem right to hold all my feelings and thoughts inside my head.
The beauty of the sky and the colours projected on the ocean,
and break waves rolling gently on the sand,
created too intense a feeling to contain within my one body.

Sunset Miramar Beach 2

It was one of those sunsets that makes a person feel very small.
A sunset that’s better shared.

I leant back, against a sea wall, behind which stood a prestigious property.
It wasn’t like the beaches I’m used to in New Zealand.
It was beautiful, all the same, but there were properties bordering upon its beauty,
encroaching on the natural beauty with their man-made finery.

I didn’t feel like I belonged.

Sunset, sea wall, Miramar Beach

The setting sun seemed to be pulling me out,
with a longing, to beaches thousands of miles away.

I was glad of the wall against my back.
It’s firmness gave me comfort,
though I’d sooner have had the touch of a lovers hand
pressed on the small of my back.

I’d sooner have been the couple out on the water,
sat on their paddle boards, limbs touching,
watching the sunset from their serene vantage point.

There were no others out on the water but them
and a yacht, silently anchored.

Couple on boards enjoying the setting sun

My silence was overbearing.
I needed to let out a sigh, a gasp,
some sort of vocal appreciation for what my eyes could see.

I needed the warmth of my lovers hand to hold.
My children’s silhouettes to watch,
dancing against the backdrop of the red sky,
as they dodged the waves.

This was a sunset to share with the people you love.
A sunset that with all its beauty held a tinge of sadness too.

© Sarah Lee, October, 2013

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Prose for Thought | Gliding in with the fall

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 warm winds blowing in and shorter days. The friendly lizards aren’t so visible, when the sun hides its light. The blue sky still stays, with little variation, during the day. Clouds are something to be excited about – but rarely offer the same magnificence of the type we are used to – and rain is still something we’ve not seen in the past two months we’ve been living here.

But the season of ‘Fall’ is evident, in the plentiful pumpkins to be found everywhere, the harvest festivals and pumpkin patches (complete with bouncy castles and elaborate scare-crows) and, most mesmerising of all, there are Monarch Butterflies; drifting in from the western Rockies, over 2,500 miles away, to rest for the winter.

Monarch Butterfly

These incredible butterflies have always held me captivated – from when my children were young and we planted our own butterfly garden in New Zealand to encourage them to linger and repopulate on the Swan Plants we planted next to colourful flowers to attract them.

Now, as I experience my first autumn here in Santa Barbara, California, I am delighted to see them in the garden of the beautiful property we are currently staying.

I have had a tough time recently, on the mental health front, which I shan’t go into (though rest assured I shall soon be on the mend, thanks to wonderful friends, a great husband, caring neighbours and a kind doctor) and having a moment to appreciate these beautiful creatures really helped me this week.

I hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it xxx

Flying in with the Fall
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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.

A poem of San Francisco in the Fall

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