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Life

Far Too Long

It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this.

I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart.

It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used to be unafraid, how I understood that sharing my heart was something I needed to do, like breathing.

I write my heart because I want you all to see it is okay to be vulnerable.

More than okay.

Necessary, even, if you are someone like me.

So I wanted to find you again, in this place, as myself.

And I wanted to tell you, whoever you are, whatever your story: it is okay to be yourself.

It is okay to be your beautiful, however you are, self.

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Poetry

Love Is

May they find the hours

of my love for them

strewn upon these coloured pages.

May their names shine with my love,

and may their eyes light

with the truth of all they are.

May these hours,

and these pages dear,

show my children that love is pure

beyond thinking.

Love is…

love

is.

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Poetry

Soft Things

She floats on the wind

as they stare.

And they will never know her

as their own.

Never see her truth

as anything other

than feathers in the garden.

Yet, she knows herself, dear.

And she knows, darling softness,

that a field of daisies

and daffodils

and dandelions waits for her

somewhere.

Where the soft things come together

at last.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Motherhood

Motherhood has opened my heart in both expected and unexpected ways. It’s taught me that I never truly knew concepts such as shame or guilt before, or responsibility, or disappointment, or sorrow.

And I often get down on myself when I don’t get it right. When I snap at them for being children. When I’m too lazy to be the Mother I know I can be to them.

Then there was today. Today when a situation arose that put my parenting skills to the test, and they were met and exceeded, to my absolute delight.

I have to celebrate this beautiful victory with all of my heart. I have to love myself as much as I love my babies and say: Mum, you did a great job.

I am not perfect.

But today, I was a great Mum.

Who knows what I’ll be tomorrow.

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Day 27. True true love.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

The Absolute Truth

I know the words I’ve spoken are true;

they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind.

Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan.

The absolute truth is unmistakable.

I know

I know

the absolute truth.

Day 21. Truth is where the heart is.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

The River Home

The dancing girl, her sister, her brother, her father and I will be home tomorrow. As usual I’m experiencing mixed feelings about the end of our lovely little holiday, but for the most part I’m wishing the trip would never end.

It is truly lovely to forget the world. To live in a reality that skims over the top of the real world. In this reality there are no responsibilities and no worries. Nowhere to go, no deadlines to meet, not really.The museum wouldn’t have missed us. The beach front wouldn’t have missed our morning stroll.

I will miss this ocean and yet it is the very act of missing it that is needed in order to guide me through life on a more aligned path. The loving, the missing: they are clues as to my greatest loves. They whisper softly, ‘Brooke, it is here you are most at home. Among the trees where there is water, where there is peace. Where there is peace.

Ah, yes. I’m glad for the leaving as much as I am for the staying.

The magical river of life has flowed me this way.

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Day 18. There’s no place like home.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Infinite

Love

the word

is not enough.

Love

the feeling

is infinite.

Day 17. To infinity.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Dancing Girl

She danced like no one was watching.

She went to that place where all artists go when they create.

She is my daughter and she is five, but actually she is ageless, and it was this beautiful, ageless essence that danced her.

We thought we were there to watch a busker play his peaceful guitar.

We weren’t.

We were there to watch her.

And to know it was a moment so precious that those of us who witnessed it won’t forget.

My darling girl.

She danced like no one was watching.

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Day 16. Magic.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Family

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have, I always will.

With my family here by my side on this, the great Tasmanian adventure, I’m pretty much bathing in love hearts…which is the loveliest.

That’s the thing about family.

They feel like home.

And at home I am free to be who I am, all the way ’round, back out the other side again.

It is the loveliest thing.

And they sometimes roll their eyes at my love hearty ways, and they probably think I’m a little odd, at times.

But there is always unconditional love to be found.

That’s the thing about family.

That’s the thing that fills my joy pots to overflowing.

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Day 15. Home sweet home away from home.
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Tasmania. Contrast. Grateful.

Tasmania is beautiful.

And that feeling of being outside of your life, even just for a little while, is so intriguing and lovely, it’s no wonder humanity clings to the promise of the odd holiday, every now and then.

The escape from reality.

The escape from too much of something that none of us can quite put our finger on.

I’m so grateful for the contrasts of life. If it wasn’t for those aching days, moments like this beautiful one (a moment that finds me at a large wooden table, the ocean over my right shoulder) wouldn’t feel quite so extraordinary.

Day two of the Tassie trip.

Perfection.

Grateful.

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Day 14. A life lived with a grateful heart.