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Poetry

The Web

It is beautiful,

I think,

to be a very small thread

on the web of it all.

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Life

This Sack Of Potatoes

It’s a beautiful memory.

Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again.

‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps and into Nan and Pops arms for the evening. She was a young, single woman. I suppose she must have been going out on the town.

That moment. It was thirty-one years ago, but actually— in my heart and in my mind, it’s now. I see it—and feel it— clearly. Dreams live on the same street as memories: sleeping dreams, and dreams for a brighter day. Books and the characters to whom they introduce us: they live in the magical, beautiful blackness, too.

Now.

That’s where they live, I think.

Home.

And bloggy friends? One day, I will call us (and this bloggy land of ours) a beautiful, beautiful memory.

But in the twinkling dust of eternity—we will always be now.

And we will always be able to find each other at home.

My goodness.

To me, that is just one of the loveliest, lovely things.

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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.

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Poetry

In The Arms Of A Dream

If I sit with you.

On the patio,

by the sunflowers.

If I find you

with my soft and steady gaze.

If I give you my heart,

if I whisper your name

will you hold me?

In the arms of a dream

will you hold me,

love?

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Life

We are One

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It’s important to me at this time (and, in fact, forever and always) to shine a hope for peace and equality for all.

We are one.

And though this song sings an Australian story, I sing it to the world. Because I am me, I am not on any one side; to me there are no two sides.

Just one.

Humanity.

Today, we speak for our beautiful black lives: who matter now, and always have mattered. Tomorrow, perhaps we might speak for each and every life touched by the closed eyes (and heart) of intolerance.

For the less obvious among society who have been oppressed and eye rolled entire lifetimes long, often suffering in silence:

* the sensitives and empaths of the world.

* the quirky/odd ones.

* the wildlings.

* the nerds.

Mainstream society is very good at identifying the obvious marginalised groups and fighting for their inclusion and acceptance.

It’s time, though, to dig deeper by asking:

Who am I intolerant of?

And why?

Are they not human, also? Like me?

We are all worthy of being seen through neutral eyes, and we are all worthy of forgiveness and being held through our darkest days.

Embracing our individuality, and separating from the rigid judgements and expectations of mainstream culture, ironically, seems to be the way to remember we are one.

Being kind to ourselves, and our fellow humans as we work through our kinks, might also be a lovely thing.

So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.

I’ll stop with my little bursts of unsolicited opinion, now, because I trust that everything in life happens for a reason. I trust that everyone finds the exact experiences they need in order to shine exactly the way they were always meant to.

Why, then, did I post this particular contradictory blog post?

Only the wind knows that, I suppose.

xx Your girl always, Brooke. xx

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 24. Home

This darling place to call my home, these darling friends to call my own.

It’s a soft feeling that fills me, a feeling that’s not left me since my first word fell upon the breeze of us.

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Darling comes close to describing us.

But the real truth of us lives within the quiet. Because the real truth of us, dear bloggy friends, is that our home (our connection) is too beautiful for words to know.

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Darling are all the days of us.

The days my heart places questions within these invisible walls, and your hearts answer: I see you.

Thank you so so much for seeing me, sweet friends.

I so completely see you, too.

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Who knows where tomorrow will find us—but for now we are home.

In this moment we are home, with the friends we have chosen.

And oh my darling goodness.

Home is all the lovely things, to me.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 19. Darling of my Soul

Darling of my soul.

Darling of my soul.

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Life

Shine Again

Beautiful bloggy friends.

I just wanted you to know that if you are feeling pain, of any kind, I am with you.

And although it may seem impossible to believe…the pain will melt, and we will mould it into the most beautiful shine we have ever known. (I don’t know how I know that. I just know. And that’s enough for me. x )

I’d imagine that shine will be bright enough to show us all the lovely we’ve been missing.

How completely beautiful that will be, you guys.

Completely.

All my love hearts.

Always.

Brooke xx

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Life

Kissed

I remember how it feels to be kissed by the soul of another.

How deep and rare, to be touched like that.

 

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Life

Darling Friend

The breeze of light that swirls

between the lands of us.

The eyes that meet

and finally do say:

I see you there.

And I know you.

Darling friend,

I know you so well.