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Poetry

A Sweet Dream

I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman.

I am not contained in stories of suffering.

I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making.

A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black and red of the fight.

I am woman, I know my worth.

I am human, I am not a story

of oppression.

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Poetry

I Am Free

I am a star

bursting to life.

There are no walls

in the sky.

I am free.

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Poetry

These Tears

Do these tears make you

uncomfortable?

How about

this:

does the rain make you

uncomfortable?

The sky

is not afraid to rain, and I

am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid of what you’ll

think

of me if I cry. Just as I am not

afraid

of what you’ll think of me if

I sneeze.

Or laugh.

Or breathe.

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Life

Proof of Glum

I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now.

That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little glum and I wanted the world to know that this sort of thing happens to people.

Sadness. Pain.

It happens, and here I am, gifting you all with the gloriously heavy mud bricks of proof. Proof of glum. (Thank goodness I made this a little blog of everything. Today, it’s my diary.)

I wonder if any of you remember the girl who started this blog. Perpetually happy. Not a cloud in the sky. She was a little soul starved, certainly, but she was sparkly, and happy happy happy. She could walk in nature and listen to music without bursting into flaming sobs of aching life.

My life is broken. And it’s also the greatest, most beautiful magical life I’ve ever known; a creative adventure that touches me to the very core. Can you see the utter confusion I’m dealing with here?

I’m angry. At everybody and nobody at all.

I’m sad, because I am.

I’ve just read a wonderful article about the creative brain, actually, and how creative folk do tend to go through bouts of depression and the like, just because of the way we’re wired. Because of the often self imposed isolation (umm, me.) Because of the heightened senses (umm, also me.)

I suppose it’s a seperate can of worms when you throw in a marriage seperation, two small children, a global health pandemic and a raging angry sea of humans. I feel all these things deeply. And where once I buried pain as soon as it struck, I now allow myself to feel it. (Who even does that. Blurgh.)

I don’t want anyone to worry about me. The clouds always clear. Usually by morning (so there’s the bright side girl, being annoying again.)

But life, hey. ☺️ Sometimes I just feel a little more human than I really want to, and I suppose the next part of my journey is learning how to be okay with that.

I’m certain I must be known around town as that girl who walks and cries. It’s the music. It quite literally becomes me, to the point where I feel like I’m a floating puff of emotional cloud. It’s not even my emotion. Its the emotion (the energy) of the song. People must think I’m barking mad as I float along, sometimes whimsical, sometimes in tears.

Anyway. Fascinating. Wonderous.

Achey.

I’ll get there. x

So much love, bloggy friends.

This ol’ softy, Brooke.

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Poetry

Serious

Why

so

serious?

When all you need to know is:

I am human.

So are you.

Why

paint our condition

with news voices

and walls that keep us

stuck

in the rat race

of clown face.

Have we become but heartless

statues

longing for the truth?

We are the truth.

We already are

the truth.

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Poetry

For Love

People call them

boundaries.

I just call them walls.

To keep the love in.

Or out.

I could use a boundary

or two.

But what would I be

if it wasn’t for love?

What would I be

if it wasn’t

for love?

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Life

Beneath It All

Beneath it all, there is a human.

Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too.

We get so lost beneath things that are not real.

The stories we create to make life more.

But no story—not a day on the moon, not a night among the stars—will ever compare to the authentic moments of you.

My fellow humans.

When my soul meets yours and I say:

I see you. I really do see you. And it’s okay. And I love you.

That’s all there is, surely.

Surely, that is all there truly is.

people gathering together on cold sea beach for picnic
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Poetry

Human Unplugged

It’s never an even road.

Life.

To lose yourself

in great chunks of confusion.

To take to the floor,

to scrape at the earth

for answers.

I am love, this I know.

I am peace, this I know.

But I am also a silent mess

of human unplugged,

gasping for air

just like the rest.

We are broken,

and we break others.

We blame

but we are to blame, ourselves.

When will the circle

find it’s neat and tidy

end?

When will the circle find it’s neat and tidy end.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 17. Surrender

Darling are the lonely ones.

The sad ones.

The tired ones.

The human ones.

Darling is the moment

of sweet surrender,

when the cave

of hard fought bravery

crashes into the sea of

what actually is.

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Life

Shifting Seas

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My beautiful bloggy friends, I’m moving things around a little bit in my world, as most of you are already painfully aware.

I am both sorry that you’ve all been the recipients of such upheaval, and grateful I’ve given you a fairly accurate reflection of a real and true, winding life.

I’ve been deleting old programs, both online and within the matrix of me that no longer resonate, and this morning I realised I’d been neglecting my bloglovin’ account: my first blog, ‘All the Sunny Mummy Days,’ was linked there for those outside of WordPress to find.

I truly believe that we find the words, and people, we need to find in this world- exactly where and when we need to find them.

And so I’m linking this blog over there, too, so my words have a bit of a central place to live, I suppose you might say.

I’m actually planning on giving this blog a massive makeover, which will just be a matter of figuring out how to do that, exactly. We all remember how completely shocking I am when it comes to…umm, computery stuff, don’t we? ☺️

Feel free to follow me on Bloglovin, if you’d like, but otherwise I’ll still be completely accessible here. It will be as though nothing at all has changed.

So much love, my very bloggy family.

Your always friend,

xx Brooke