I feel the way I feel
because I feel the way I feel.
Because I am soft
and gentle,
because I am wild as the rain
and free as the sky.
But I am not free,
not really,
not in this world.
And that is surely
a tragic day
for the aspect of me
who knows she is unlimited.
Here we are, world.
Another day of co-creation.
I do not own you.
You do not own me.
And yet we are one
becoming many
through each moment,
each hour,
each breath held
or released
in the face of it all.
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:
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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I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give is a little ‘hello, I hope you’re all doing okay.’
It frustrates me when the Soft Girl is out of action (for those of my bloggy family who are new, the Soft Girl is what I call my intuition/connection to self/connection to my creativity).
That beautiful wind feels ridiculously lovely as it moves through me, and the results of the Soft Girl’s blissful energy in motion are often just as lovely. So I’m missing her, today. She’s having a little snooze, and that’s okay. ☺️
Anyway, so much love bloggy friends. Hopefully I’ll be back with a little more in the tank, tomorrow. xx
I will not fight.
I will spend the rest of my life
creating beautiful things.
And I will search
for the beautiful things of others
until I shine.
Lit up by beautiful things.
I will not fight.
Falling from the sky
she sings,
‘One day I’ll fly away’.
Knowing she’ll always be falling.
Knowing she’ll always be
longing
to fly
away.
What I wouldn’t give
for a blanket fort
and a dinosaur cupcake.
There is no day.
There is the rise and fall of the sun.
There is the opening and closing of eyes.
But there is no day.
Only a rolling eternity
split by the sun
and the moon,
and the mind.
I am
the same breath
as my art.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I keep my distance from the news.
I have to, because the moment I face the full ache of this thing, I feel the pain of the entire world. Already, I’ve felt the fear of the dying and the sorrow of their loved ones. I’ve intuited the secret shame of the many humans walking the earth who are afraid that they will be next. (It’s okay to be afraid, by the way. You already know that, though, don’t you. )
Anyway, I’ve felt it all, and…I’ve felt helpless, quite frankly— especially since I’ve been wallowing in a pit of my own selfish pain for quite some time now. Because life (all of it, the whole joyful ache) still happens, even when there is a monster on the loose.
So I zoom right out, and I really look at it all.
What can I do about all these aches everywhere? All the lonely people. All the fearful people. All the dying.
Guys. I know what I can do.
I can write.
With all my heart I can write, with all my days, I can write. For you— for anyone that needs something more than what they have—until there is some relief in sight. Until we are all able to live fully and wholly for ourselves again.
I can’t cure this disease (omg, lol, no ha ha ha) nor can I erase the ache of a world in despair.
But I have lived. And I can write.
And so I will write.
Over the coming weeks, I will do my very best to show up here every day, and often, with new life, new breath, new feeling…just because I know that it is right.
I know that it is right.
So get ready to live it all through me. Love. Heartache. Tenderness. Humanity. Peace. Fire. Sex. Sensuality. Softness. Community. Spirit. Sunshine. LIFE.
Everything. All of it.
Because that’s what this place was always meant to be:
The Little Blog of Everything.
With all that said…let’s kick this virus in the butt with all the bloggy goodness.
Just because we can.
So much love, bloggy family. I may, or may not, love you all dearly. (Oh, okay. You’ve got me. I so completely do. 🙂 )
xx Brooke
