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Darling Day 30. Life

Guys.

What happens on the days that darling says NO.

Today is not your day for darling things.

No way.

No how.

WELL!

Let me tell you what happens on those days.

You get out your headphones and you go straight to the nearest musical explosion of wonderful.

That’s what you do.

THAT is what you do.

So!

In honour of this perfectly cruddy day…

We close our eyes. And we listen to this.

Because surely nothing could be more darling.

Except maybe a cup of tea.

Bottoms up. xx

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Darling Day 29: Dance.

Dinner time arrives and the darling of the day is yet to find me.

Yet to whisper its sweet melody into my ready ear.

But…wait.

Darling, in an instant?

Music blaring from the iPod dock.

The story of my youth—

The eighties in a splash of pop and rock?

YES!

Absolutely yes.

And then it all begins. The hopping, the bopping.

The chopping, the stirring.

Dinner for fun, singing as I go. (Of course!)

And the little boy I made? Well. He’s all wide eyes and wondering…

Has Mum finally lost it?

Is this the moment her scrambled brain says…

Meeeeeeeep. Booooooop. POP!

Nope. Mum hasn’t lost it, Son.

She’s just…

A little bit in love. 

With the eighties and all its wonderful SOUNDS.

Because darling is a good eighties bop along.

And darling is the way it makes you feel.

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Darling Day 28. Me Time

Darling is the wife, the mum, the daughter, the friend who says:

Tonight is my gift to me.

Tonight it will be only me.

In a cosy room.

With candles.

Tea.

Chocolate.

And music. (You know I’d never forget the music.)

Yes.

Darling is tonight.

The night I’ve stolen from the world.

Taken.

All for myself, for no particular reason.

You’re welcome me.

You are very, very welcome.

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Darling Day 27. Friends

Darling are the life-long friends.

And darling is the way they come and go so effortlessly.

How they delight me so with their laughing words and ways.

How they play all the strings of my heart, like a symphony deep in the blue of me.

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All of the wonderful things they are—

The words, the smiles, the love.

What I wouldn’t give to fold it all up, that wonder.

Wrap it in a bundle of the fluffiest kind.

Open it whenever the world spins me a wet-cheek day.

An angry sky day.

A day that goes something like this…

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Friends.

Darling, darling friends.

I hope they know how I adore them.

That the days, the weeks, the months we spend apart sink them deeper into the guts of me…

Where I’ll love them all the more, need them all the more.

Like sunshine. Like chocolate.

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And so another day comes to an end where I fall into bed with a grateful heart.

Grateful for darling friends.

The kind who accept me for every crease, every crack, every quirk.

So beautiful is my world, while you’re in it, dear keepers of my heart.

And so beautiful it always will be.

xx Brooke

 

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Darling Day 26. Days Like These

Dear world—you’ve really gone and done it this time.

Just look at all the sun-drenched wonder you’ve strung about my life today; I mean, really.

What is it that you do to me? How is it that you fill my heart with so much glitter and starlight?

And you don’t even seem to try.

Darling, darling days, like these.

That’s how.

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What a gift this day was for the little boy who swung, and slid and jumped.

For the toddler girl who ran and ran and ran, like the cutesie bubble of dynamite she is.

For the Dad who sipped coffee like liquid gold, and lifted his face to the warmth of the sun.

What a gift it was for me, too.

And probably for the fairies. (Don’t tell me you don’t believe in fairies, now.)

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Autumn does this to me, you know.

Takes my heart in her hand and rings it like a hand-bell.

Shakes me up in a cup of her magic dust—cut from the moon and the sun and the stars…

And leaves.

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And more leaves.

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Who knows what that magic is, dear world. I bet you don’t even know, yourself.

But it’s just so beautiful.

And gentle.

Like a breeze that fills the air with the song of the birds.

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Darling days.

Never did I think they could be so sweet, but here we are, once again.

A day so darling and bright.

A day to fill this heart of mine to overflowing.

It really has been that darling.

And…maybe a little random, too.

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Darling Day 25. Perfect

When you realise how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

                                                                        -Buddha

 

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Darling Day 24. The Darling Tree

This is the Darling Tree.

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Isn’t it lovely?

And oh-my-GOODNESS.

I have an idea!

Why don’t we climb it? Together.

Just like we did when we were pipsqueaks.

Just like we did before we painted our serious faces on.

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Don’t you remember it? That freedom?

Climbing to the top of the world without a care.

Gasping when we lost our footing; cackling on the ground, relieved to be still in one piece.

Surely you remember it.

We were superheroes, you and me. Chasing the bad guy to the highest branch.

We can do that again.

We can. We just have to decide it.

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Climb a tree, you say. But why? Why would we do such a thing?

Who knows. Who cares! Let’s just climb.

Just so we can go home and make rings around the bathtub again.

Just so that we can say those two simple words again: Why not.

Why not.

Don’t they sound like a river running wild? Don’t they sound…

Free?

Yes. They do. So come on! Let’s fling on our capes and fly.

Up to the rooftops of the Darling Tree.

Oh. And don’t worry. I’ll pack supplies.

We could be gone a while. xx

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Darling Day 23. Sweet Dreams

Early morning is the time for darling dreams, wouldn’t you agree?

When the sun creeps into the day…

But the only ones who know it’s there are the flowers.

And the soul-destroying roosters.

(Uhem. I mean, the darling roosters. Of course.)

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The last few mornings have gifted me many a darling scenario.

A date with Leonardo on the set of his latest movie (whatever that might be).

A cheeky, free gym session (they really should have been paying ME.)

And a cute and fluffy Maltese-Shih tzu, who was very nearly my new housemate.

Until he so, so, absolutely wasn’t.

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What will tomorrow morning bring, I wonder.

I almost can’t handle the suspense.

Perhaps I could choose?

If miracles have touched this glowing universe of ours before…

Who’s to say I won’t play the lucky hand next time ’round?

What If I wished for it?

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A dream to make the whites of my eyes shine until the sun falls.

A dream to beat all dreams.

A dream to whisper me the ancient secrets of the universe.

I could do that, right? Wish a dream to life?

Wish a dream come true?

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You know what? I’m going to try. I’m going to close my eyes and take a breath.

Fill myself with all the light of the world and…

Dream.

Of all the lovely things, of all the darling things.

So, without further ado—goodnight, my friends.

May the new day catch a dream for you, too.

And tomorrow…let us compare notes!

Lots of love,

xx Brooke

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Darling Day 22. The Garden

Once upon a time, there was a garden.

And this garden—

Well.

It was the most magnificent garden in all the land.

Because, in this most darling of places, every day was a new season…

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And every day was more beautiful than the last.

Everyone thought so.

Even those who could not walk the shady path with their own two feet.

Especially those who could not walk the shady path with their own two feet.

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But there was darkness in this garden, too.

Darkness that bled up the roots of the trees.

Darkness that wandered and swayed and crept along the weeds,

gobbling up all the gentle hearts that lay open in its wobbly path.

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Most were afraid of the darkness.

But the girl.

Oh no, the girl was not afraid.

The girl would never be afraid, for her heart was as golden as the sunshine.

And golden hearts (as everybody knows) need not be afraid of the dark.

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For the girl, each new day in the garden was beautiful.

So full of charm.

And grace.

And daffodils swaddled in polka dots…

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And magic.

Magic lived in that garden too, did you know?

Well. You do now.

And the girl…she was the master of every little trick.

Every little miracle.

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So, next time you wander the brightest day…

You might think of that girl.

Of her garden made from all the darling things.

And you might wish that you were there with her—

Two dreamers, marveling at all the lovely things.

Yes. What a sweet dream that would be.

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Darling Day 21. The Rose Coloured Glasses

Give me a rose to colour your glasses with.

Not just any rose.

A pink one.

Painted with the darling of the happiest day.

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Doesn’t a pink world feel lovely?

So rosy and sweet and soft.

Like a kiss upon the nose.

Like a hand upon a cheek.

Like…love.

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Imagine.

If everyone in the world wore the glasses of love.

Glasses of rose.

How bright and lovely the days would be.

How bright and lovely the world would be.

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May there be a rose for anger.

A rose for pain.

A rose for every minute the world needs more bright.

Because darling is the world that’s kissed by glasses of rose.

And darling are the people who wear them.

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