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Poetry

Still I Dream

With these soft eyes,

I turn to the angry mob

and I speak.

I tell them to leave me be.

I tell them I want no part

in the way they raise their swords

and bring each other down.

I ask them to spare me their daggers.

They will not understand my requests.

They will see my silver sky and call it grey.

Still, I hope.

Still, I dream of a new day.

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Life

Beautiful People

To my beautiful people.

I miss you.

Like a lost piece of my soul,

I miss you.

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Life

Thinking

It’s an odd spot I find myself in. This middle land of bloggy days.

This creative world of half-begun.

These are the things that I know:

  • I know I love the freedom of this blog: it doesn’t feel right to be stuck in a box.
  • I know my new blog is ‘a box.’ A lovely box, that I hope to be very proud of one day, but it is a box. I need more than a box.
  • I know I love this place. It’s home to my love of books. Music. Friends. It is my heart and soul. My unbridled creativity.
  • I know I’m not ready to give up on my Little Blog of Everything, yet.

So I’ve decided I won’t.

I thought it would make sense for me to let it go, and in some ways it does but in other ways it doesn’t. This grey world. However do we make it through. 🙂

This blog allows all my creative seasons to be, and to be shared.

I love that. I love sharing my talents and passions: for much too much of my life, my creativity was held captive, losing life behind the bars of solitude. I fear that by leaving this place, I will be placing that creativity back in the hands of a sloppy, unappreciative owner. I don’t want to do that.

I want to always let it fly.

So I’ll stay until I know in my heart of hearts that it’s time to say goodbye.

That’s what Mary Poppins said to the children.

I’ll stay.

Until the wind changes (which might be never.)

(And Empath Days will carry on as planned. xx)

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Life

Changes

Hello my sweet bloggy friends. 🙂

Changes are happening everywhere in the world, and this creative life of mine is one place things are shifting! Oh my goodness, where to even begin.

I’ll have a few sneaky little surprises in store for you over the coming months, but one of them I can reveal now, and so…I will! (The rest I will be able to reveal once I actually get my act together and figure out exactly where I’m going with this funny old life of mine.)

Most of you know I’ve been flipping about with this blog, not really sure where I’m going with it, and it’s been bothering me a little: I’ve felt as though there was something calling that I couldn’t quite hear.

Well, I’ve finally heard, and am now finally starting to slot all the puzzle pieces of me into place. Are you ready to hear what my latest creative adventure might be? I’ve created a new blog! On WordPress! (Ha ha ha: because of course I would do an odd thing like that, wouldn’t I?)

The reason for this move is because I’ve been growing increasingly aware of the importance of boundaries in my life, and as you all know: this blog is here, there, and all the way to the other side of the moon and back. (lol :P)

And as much as I love writing in this casual tone to you all, I’ve decided to really hone in on particular sections of my life and run with them for a little while. I’m also going to cut back on the very personal stuff, I think, and focus more on what you guys might benefit from, rather than just, well, waffling selfish nonsense and sending you all a bazillion love hearts whenever I feel like it. 🙂 Sadly, sharing those authentic parts of me are what I’ve loved so much about blogging. But. I really just need a change. I hope you’ll all understand.

So, I’ve created a little hub, I suppose you might call it. A place for people like us to gather, explore our depth and sensitivity, enjoy poetry and photography (which I’ll be shooting, focusing on nature, most likely, though I’d also like to work with exploring a deeper range of colours and textures.)

I’m currently still working on the design and layout of the new blog, but in the meantime you are so very welcome to join me over at:

Empath Days ( link below )

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Eventually I hope to offer some of my work for sale from that platform (my photography and poetry services/framed prints etc) although I’m only in the very early stages of this new creative adventure. It will likely take time to work out the logistics.

So! How exciting, hey, you guys. 🙂 I’m really looking forward to the change in vibe, and hopefully some beautiful conversations with some of you over there. For now, I’ll keep this blog open, but post less often just to free up some extra energetic space for planning ( and, umm, life, you know 🙂 ). I do imagine I’ll eventually shut this site down to focus on the newest arm of my creative journey, though. What a bitter sweet day that will be.

I so dearly hope you will all come along for the ride, my beautiful bloggy friends. Of course, if our journey together ends with the last words of this, my little blog of everything, I will so completely understand and love you for all the beautiful moments we’ve shared along the way. xx

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Life

Sending A Cuddle

Hello my beautiful bloggy friends 🙂

Technically I’m still on my bloggy break, but I’ve been feeling an urge to reach out to you all and send some invisible flying cuddles, just incase you need them.

There is such thickness and density in the air at the moment, and I wanted to remind you that wherever you sit among the noise: you’re quite perfect, just the way you are.

If your petals are orange and all the rest of the flowers in the garden are pink: wonderful.You were born to be orange. So be orange.

So much love, bloggy friends.

I’ll be back next week, sometime.

xx Brooke

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Poetry

Who Are You?

Who are you?

What do you need

to feel like

the you you’ve forgotten you are.

Hint: It’s the first thing that comes to your mind, bloggy friends. Doing that thing will help you live your best life. I’m so sure.❤️

Ps. I’m going to take another break, I think. I’m doing a Writing for Children’s Picture book course, so I might benefit from a bit of space while I move that through my world.

Please feel free to stalk all two years worth of my blog if you miss our daily love ins. You know I love nothing more than sharing my heart with you all. Go nuts. xx And have an amazing week. ❤️

xx Brooke

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Life

On Writing

I write a lot about real life events. Sometimes I connect to fantasy and spin a beautiful story from worlds that don’t exist, but often I write from a place deep within. A place of memory, but more than that. It’s a place of alchemy, the unconscious breathing life into the conscious.

Friends and lovers gone by — how they’ve changed me. Hopes and dreams lost to the wind of time, moments of what if merging with moments of what is. It is a beautiful gift for a writer: to explore the world within, to honour the people, places, life paths that have made us who we are.

I hope my inner world will become a gift for you, also. A mirror to help you discover your own story, and the parts of your soul you’ve yet to explore.

Every person who has grown me into who I am lives within the worlds I write.

And every person that lives within me, through my writing, now lives within you.

I will never take for granted the profound beauty of that.

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Poetry

She

She wished for peace

and love.

And dance parties.

In the kitchen.

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Poetry

Innocent War

And there you are

with eyes wide closed,

slicing through bullies

with the very hatred you oppose.

It is all pain, to me.

The daggers of hate

disguised as love.

The broken ways in which

change

is achieved

in this world.

Are my eyes so different

that I must be an anomaly

of this world?

It is all pain, to me,

your innocent war.

I wish so desperately for peace.

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Life

All Of Me

This morning, I stood at the sink and cried.

Years ago, quite by accident, and quite without me knowing why…I stopped crying after a lifetime of being a human river. I didn’t notice it happening, it just happened and there was nothing for me to do but keep living, wondering if this was the me I was meant to be all along.

I now know the lack of tears meant that I had lost myself. That I had been suppressing my emotions, either for the comfortability of those around me (to fit in) or just because the difficulties of life had closed my heart in order to keep me safe.

This morning, as I slushed around in that pile of dishes, I felt my wholeness again. For those of you who are new to my beautiful bloggy family, this reawakening of my spirit/senses began about two years ago, I’d say, and every so often I find myself reaching new milestones of truth, you might call them.

This morning delivered one of them, and every beautiful current of the river that once moved me was back, if only for a few moments. I’d just been told a story. A very sad one. A story of a man who had lost his wife and child in a car crash many, many years ago.

I cried those tears as though I was that man. I felt those tears as though I was that man. I ached for his pain. I cried for him.

And I knew it was right.

And I knew that, once again, I was all of me.

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