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.

  • 🌿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…

  • 🌿 Day 3 — Garden Mound Track

    🌿 Day 3 — Garden Mound Track

    Where every step feels like a conversation with life. A muddy, winding trail — but every slip, every breath felt like life itself teaching me how to keep walking. The third day began with a short drive past Little River and Lee Bay,where I stopped near Māori Beach carpark to see the island’s symbolic sculpture.From…

  • Day 2 — Whispers of Ulva Island

    Day 2 — Whispers of Ulva Island

    (Where silence learns to breathe again) In the hush of Ulva Island, I listened not with my ears — but with my heart. The air of the second morning was wrapped in stillness.Originally, I planned to walk one of Stewart Island’s long trails,but the weather shifted — and so did I. Instead, I joined a…

  • Day 1 — From Halfmoon Bay to Golden Bay

    Day 1 — From Halfmoon Bay to Golden Bay

    Where the path begins with clear water and quiet hills.The journey began in Halfmoon Bay, where the water felt clean enough to wash the dust from my heart. The journey began in Halfmoon Bay.The air was unusually clear, and the color of the water seemed to rinse my thoughts clean.At the end of the bay…