Gloria Lee – Bilingual Children’s Author & Storyteller
✨ Stories that spark curiosity, kindness, and laughter.

Gloria Lee is a bilingual storyteller based in Christchurch, New Zealand.
She reimagines Greek myths with warmth, humour, and imagination —
weaving tales that connect generations and hearts.

Welcome to Gloria Lee’s World.

Gloria Lee is a bilingual author and storyteller based in Christchurch, New Zealand.
She retells Greek myths with warmth, humor, and imagination — weaving tales that bridge art, wisdom, and heart across generations.

Category: Travel Journals

A collection of travel journals exploring New Zealand’s wild beauty and quiet reflections from the road.

  • 31-Day Platform Challenge, Day 4: Author page frenzy!

    배움의 끝은 소유가 아니라, 다시 건네는 일이라고 믿습니다I 질문이 많다는 건, 아직 마음의 문이 닫히지 않았다는 뜻이니까요. learning is not about owning knowledge, but about returning it to the worldHaving many questions means your mind is still open.

  • Author Platform Challenge — Day 2: Where Hope Begins

    I want children to love this. Simply. Clearly. I imagine their curious hearts beating first,before they fully understand the meaning—their fingers unable to let go of the page,turning it again and again. As they look at the illustrations,their pupils widen,and imagination bursts quietly inside their minds.I believe in that silent joy. And beside them,parents and…

  • Author Platform Challenge — Day 1: Assess & Prioritize

    “하루에 한 주제씩 실천하며, 31일 동안 작가 플랫폼을 완성하는 여정”이 챌린지는 하루하루 작은 과제를 통해, 제 작품과 강점을 정리하고 출판사나 독자에게 잘 보여줄 수 있는 작가 플랫폼을 구축하는 프로젝트입니다. ① 지금 이미 가진 것 창의적 경험과 스토리텔링글쓰기와 스토리텔링 경험을 바탕으로, 그림과 음악, 클래식, 문학 등 다양한 예술 분야를 즐겨 생활하며, 이러한 경험들이 제 작품에 색과…

  • 🌿A Journey Through Heat, Memory, and Quiet Realizations

    This morning began with a strange mix of air —humid, warm, a little heavy.The sky wasn’t one colour either;it shifted between grey clouds, white clouds, and slices of blue.A morning that felt exactly like people:depending on which side you look at,the whole story changes. I took the train from the city,hoping for something new, something…

  • 🌿 Southbound Day — Learning as I Walk

    🌿 Southbound Day — Learning as I Walk

    I began my second day in Auckland by boarding a train from Henderson,transferring at Newmarket, and heading south—a journey that felt heavier and hotter than expected,wrapped in 25-degree humidity under a sky of mixed grey, white, and blue.A sky that reminded me of people:how depending on which side you face,you meet a completely different mood.…

  • Following Scents Between Train Stops — A Journey Inspired by Perfume

    Between the first and second day of my train journey,I found myself becoming a little like the protagonist of Perfume —drawn not by maps or plans,but by scents carried gently through each town. I stepped off trains without knowing where I would end up.Sometimes, a familiar floral scent would stop me in my tracksand bring…

  • ✨ “Westbound, with a Pocketful of Curiosity”

    The moment I step onto a train,I turn into a schoolgirl again —wide-eyed, curious, ready for anything. This morning, I left without plans.Under a sky painted with grey clouds, white clouds, and hints of blue,the world felt quiet, as if inviting me somewhere. I got off at Henderson,walked wherever the breeze pulled me,and paused wherever…

  • 🌕 The Moon Tonight – A Quiet Breath in the Sky

    I wish to live as gently as the moon among the clouds,and as freely as the clouds drifting through the moonlight. Tonight, on my way home from church,the moon wasn’t just beautiful — it felt quietly sorrowful. A full moon, wrapped in soft grey clouds,its light was not bright, but tender and pure. A quiet…

  • Day 5 — The Crossing Back

    Day 5 — The Crossing Back

    When the sea remembers how to rise. The homeward sea rose high and wild — as if it could swallow me whole, and then give me back changed. The morning we left, the channel was no longer gentle.Swell stacked upon swell, and the boat lifted like a breath held too long,then dropped into the hollow…

  • 🌧️ Day 4 — Bathing Beach, Ryan’s Creek & Fern Gully

    Where rain, wind, and wings meet the rhythm of the island. Through rain and mud, the island revealed its wild pulse — a song of water, wings, and quiet strength. The day began with the road curving past the heliport near Ryan’s Creek.Beside the path, a small stream whispered at first,then grew louder — until…