I’m with the wind
I’m on the road
Where am I going?
Nobody knows
Not even me
I’ve loved and lost
And lost again
But lose a lover
Keep a friend
If you know how
There’s peace and beauty
All around
Secret places
To be found
And they are mine
I’ll roam and roam
My heart’s caressed
The open road
Is freedom’s rest
Come out and see
Don’t you fret
I’ll not be far
A picture, a postcard
The shoot of a star
I’ll see you again
Queenstown. Seasons change – folk leave. It’s a transient place with transient people, people with one thing among others in common. They live large. They’re larger than life. They go hard, then some go home, or hound it to the next bright light. Others can hack it and hang out. Some keep coming back. But there’s always another adventure round the corner; there’s always something calling. You’ll meet the most amazing people, though keeping hold of them might be a game of catch-me-if-you-can. Perhaps FOMO is the philosophy here, but if you can embrace it, you live life from outstanding day to outstanding day, ride to ride, wave to wave, moment to moment. And wherever you end up in the end, you’ll never forget how it felt to fly…
So here’s one for the thrill-chasers, the moment-makers, the life-livers – the Queenstowners. And hey, who knows, chase a little life yourself, you might see them again.
Life Sans Regret
I’m a bird, bro
Don’t cage me
Things to do
People to see
Shit to learn
Clichés a plenty
But if you were gonna see
The things that I’ll see
And surf the snow
Ride the water
Hit the dirt
You’d get it with me
How it is just to be
Be here, be now
Be free
And to all the broken hearts
I’ll leave in my wake
Don’t angst out too much
I’m not a mistake
Enjoy me right now
And just don’t forget
Wherever I’ve gone
Whatever the scene
I’ll live sans regret
Life on the drop-off
With GCs I’ve met
No borders, no boundaries
No fun with a ban
Snow’s sweet for a season
Ride hard while you can
(c) 2015 Sara Litchfield
Time’s rushing by like a river. There was a hard frost on the ground this morning. I’ve been busy with work and busy with play and busy chasing hopes and dreams in between, so I hadn’t noticed winter creeping up around the edges. I was hanging suspended for a while, swaying, not sure which way to go, but you’ll be happy to know I’ve thrown up some threads and started to weave a web again. I feel steadier, less raw, less exposed – a little frost won’t hurt me now. I’ve been distracted, but there can be delight in distraction – it shows you paths you might not have seen when you were single-minded. You can come back to yourself and find a little purpose. And in the meantime, I po’ed an em.
Nothing to reproach
Sunlight sparkling on a crystal lake
Mountains folding you in a rocky embrace
And clouds floating by their greeting
You were gone too long
Don’t go away again
Everyone leaves
That’s what they say
But if you come back
The streets will welcome you
New faces will become old friends
Just show yours
Take the roads you used to ride
Gently pluck the threads
See, they resonate like musical strings
The past becomes a story
A song
The future an open book
A symphony
Something a little different today. I wrote a poem for a friend and I’d like to share it. He’s losing his soul mate to cancer and I wish there were something, anything that could be done. My heart is full. It goes out to them and everyone who has been through or is going through the same heartache of losing the one you love.
For Robert & Eileen
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There is another world, my love
A world that’s free of pain
Hold me in your heart, my dear
It’s where we’ll meet again
–
Life is cruel you see, my sweet
Who knows it more than we?
But hold my hand, my darling one
In no time you’ll be free
–
I’ll follow you, my soul’s delight
Don’t ever think I’ll fail
Trust that thought, my dearest heart
I’m not the sort to bail
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There is another world, my love
A world that’s free of pain
Hold me in your heart, my dear
It’s where we’ll meet again
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