So you’ve forgotten what it feels like
to unfold yourself,
to undress, her soul
in your hands
like the dream
she was always meant to be
for you.
Tag: Feelings
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I Am The Air
Music is the wind,
and I am the air.
And we gracefully dance,
and we blissfully play,
and we claim our place
within the fabric of
the other
until we are one.
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The Journey
Life, for me, has been an up and down ride.
A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your stomach with it.
Life, for me, also changed when I had the epiphany that my body (and I believe all bodies, but that’s a theory for another post, I suppose) was absorbing the energy of life around me, and I was reacting heavily based on whatever it was absorbing. Needless to say: learning, and exploring, the term Empath changed my life. And learning about subtle energy and meditation changed it even more.
This morning—all in the space of an hour—I’ve had memories resurface that (although I missed the memo at the time) were very obvious signposts as to my body’s highly sensitive nature. I’ll never forget, about a million years ago, sitting in the passenger seat of our old clunker with my Dad at the wheel. Every morning we would travel to our shared workplace together, and every morning, in a confused state of discomfort, I would shudder as I listened to the morning show hosts chatter away.
I adored the two of them. The whole town did, actually, they were a beautiful pair. But. They were extremely negative, and always it felt like there was a heaviness or grumpiness to their chatter that had me dreading the morning commute. It was confusing because I liked them. It was horrible because they felt so entirely uncomfortable within my body.
I now understand that this is because of the way that I am built, that the more dense the feeling I’m exposed to, the more I tend to flounder. As a result, a good amount of alone time is extremely important for me to get back into the middle of me. Extremely important. (Have I mentioned how important alone time is for me? Very.)
It’s not all bad, though. If grumpiness feels completely horrible to me, you might be able to guess how absolutely beautiful love feels within my tiny human frame. And nature. And music— oh good heavens, don’t even get me started on the absolute purity that music fills me with. It feels like a beautiful wind. A wind that twists and frees my body in ways I never thought possible.
Anyhow, it’s a journey. A beautiful adventure, filled with tears and joy and all the horrible lovely things. Where to next?
I suppose we’re all about to find out. 🙂
Bliss
and
grief
are powerfully
confusingly
the same.
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In-between
I’ve just read a friend’s blog post.
It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare.
It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there.
That pristine place that almost exits, but doesn’t quite, and maybe never will.
That place in-between— it aches of unattainable knowing.
It is the fire that the phoenix rises from, before flying into the sunshine of a beautiful new day.
It feels so scary, to be here in this place in-between.
Do any of us ever know what’s on the other side of the flames?
No.
Maybe that’s what makes this place feel so raw.
So truly achingly real.
Humanity.
What the bloody hell do you do to me?
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This Beautiful Sadness
I’m down in the depths of me, today.
It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that.
This beautiful sadness.
It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave.
It flows through my veins until there is nowhere left for it to go but out.
Onto this page.
Into new hearts— yours, his, hers, theirs.
I was always told this bliss only lives in happiness.
But this is not happiness.
This is an ache.
This is the most beautiful ache of all.
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The Year of Us
When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the happy moving within me, making my outer edges soft, making my inner edges kind.
It’s what I want my words and my life to be.
Soft.
Kind.
And absolutely overflowing with fluffy and mushy and sweet.
That’s why I adore this very bloggy world we share.
It fills my life with chances. Chances to share what it is to be human. Chances to share joy, chances to share pain, chances to share as little or as much as I want, on any given day, about any given thing.
Gosh I’m grateful to have shared so many chances with you.
You might be wondering where all this gooey stuff has come from, and that’s okay, because I’m ready to tell you. It’s come from freedom, the freedom I’ve allowed myself within the walls of this life-filled place.
This heart of mine doesn’t need to do quiet, in this place.
It doesn’t need to do scared of being different, scared of being judged.
It just needs to do me in all of my mushy, fluffy everything.
Anyway.
It’s been one whole year of words from me—
a whole year of this little blog of everything.
And I can’t thank you enough for joining me on the ride.
xx Brooke
Let’s talk about words.
I adore words. I wrote about them here and I will, no doubt, write about them again on this blog because… I’m a little bit nerdy, like that.
I love writing words.
I love reading them, hearing them, thinking them. But most of all: I love feeling them.
Writing is one of those feeling things, for me. Reading also. And even though books have been a huge presence in my life for quite some time, it wasn’t until studying creative writing at university that I really started to think about words, and how they function in our lives.
Truly. I was stunned. How was it that something as simple as word choice could completely change the meaning of a sentence? And did you know that removing a word could enhance a sentence, rather than detract from it? I mean. What magic is that!
And so. I thought— why not dissect a word during the darling blog of May? Pick a word; play with it. Search for the magic hidden in its guts and sprinkle that magic around so all of you can share some too. Wouldn’t that be darling?
Yes! Let’s do it! And, in honour of the darling blog of May, the lucky word that will be chopped in half and gutted will be…
Darling. (Ha! I bet you didn’t see that one coming.)
Dar-ling.
The start of the word is a little bit ugly, isn’t it? (My Australian accent thinks so, anyway). To me, DAR drops off the tongue like a rock that’s just been lobbed into the ocean. It’s clunky. And not at all graceful.
But.
If we look at the end of the word—the LING sound—can you hear how it flings itself off the tongue? Isn’t-that-cool? It sounds like a lovely little handbell on a hotel countertop, one you could ring and ring all day just to hear the tinkling goodness of its song.
To me, it’s the LING part of darling that makes the word chime. It’s the LING that makes the word sing.
Darling.
Darling.
See? Pretty, isn’t it?
Then there’s the deeper stuff of words, the emotions that naturally rise from a word because of how we’ve heard it used before. Take darling, for example. We’ve all heard it said a thousand times, and usually, it’s said with a deep puff of love. It makes sense that when we hear the word darling, we will feel nice.
Of course, the word darling doesn’t always bring in all the good feels. Mums? Dads? I’ll bet you’ll agree. The word darling can be something of a double-edged sword when it comes to using it on our precious little cherubs. At least, it is in my house.
Example 1. ‘Darling. Please. Get down off the TOP rung of the ladder. For the HUNDRETH time.’
Example 2. ‘Darling. You are so many different kinds of lovely. Never change.’
How epic is that. ONE word. So many meanings.
So! We come to the end of my little nerd fest. I hope you forgive me for putting you through all that, especially if you’re not a big reader or writer. Then again, it is all a part of this little darling month of mine—pushing the boundaries of darling, seeing just how much this little word has to give.
I think it gives an awful lot. I so hope you agree. xx
