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Life

The Soft Girl Snooze

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

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Poetry

I Will Not Fight

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.

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Poetry

Fly Away

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.

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Poetry

Cupcake

What I wouldn’t give

for a blanket fort

and a dinosaur cupcake.

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Poetry

The Sun, The Moon, The Mind

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.

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Poetry

Breath

I am

the same breath

as my art.

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Life

My Contribution

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

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Life

Creative Adventures

My beautiful bloggy friends.

I’ve abandoned you, and I’m so sorry.

The truth is, I had a beautiful burst of inspiration on my walk today (as often does happen when I’m out walking) and I was going to post while I was out there with my trees. The problem was that I was at the tail end of a super long hike and was just…well. Pretty pooped, to be honest.

I’m even more pooped now, and so I’m just using my ‘me’ self to check in and send you as many love hearts as I think you might be able to catch through the internet.

How is everyone going with all the big stuff happening in the world at the moment? So much love to any of you who are feeling fearful, or unwell. We will get through this, we so super dooper for sure will. xx

There have been a few massive energetic shifts for me over the past few days, and the dense energy of fear, selfishness and resentment in the air at the supermarket is teaching me an awful lot about how I percieve and process energy. So where it’s been really heavy and hard on my system, I suppose it’s been quite good in that it’s handing me new clues about the me that’s been slowly rising to the surface over the past couple of years.

I’ve got to head off to snoozeville now, but before I go I wanted to tell you about the new creative adventure I’ve started up on instagram! I’ve been loving seeing all the creative folk band together and reach out with their talents to keep all the home dwellers entertained, so I’ve decided to do the same.

I’ve posted two days worth of videos so far. If you guys want to have a look, I’d so love to see you there. I’ve changed instagram accounts, so the one linked to my blog is no longer being updated. But if you do want to join me on the new account, my handle is the_softgirl. That’s where my week long insta-story thing is happening. 🙂

Anyway, I’m so so tired after my huge walk today. I’ll be back posting as soon as I get another burst of inspiration. Please don’t go anywhere- you guys are still my most favourite love hearts in the world.

xx Brooke

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Life

To Dream

Where is this life that I cannot catch,

that springs and curls like the loveliest vine

around the spirit of me.

The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean.

The sand is warm between my toes, and I am on my way home.

To a new life.

A new hope.

A new dream:

to be all that I can be.

Love. Creativity. Inspiration.

Here I am.

Here I am.

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Life

Rainbow

Is this a rainbow I see

reaching through the collective heart

of the dreamers?

Wide eyes open, lovely dreamers.

You were made to shine

the most beautiful lights on the world.