May each day
bring each heart
a brand new shining sun.
Tag: Happiness
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Neat and Tidy
She came in a neat and tidy box.
Most of them did.
Until they opened the box
and life began.
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Yayah! WOOT!
And just so the lot of you know:
THIS
will be the
BEST damn year
of
ALL
our lives.
(This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full moon in Pisces.)
Yayah! Woot!
Her flight
was sweet.
And every bit as magical
as the hummingbird
sipping honeysuckle
beside her.
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Permission
The song of this heart
sings
without
permission.
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All The Lovely Things
If I were a forest,
there would be afternoon sun
slicing through my trees.
And little white rabbits
would hop along the way
between the daisies
and the rushing river
and I would know
this was the sweetest day.
If I were a forest,
I would be home.
For me.
And for all the lovely things.
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Perfect Mirrors
Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue.
‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea and watched a fish flip into the glistening air above the river.
‘But I’m right here, Sun,’ smiled Moon, ‘And I’m always always in your heart.’
‘Well, why do I miss you, then? When you’re gone, why do I miss you so damn much?’
‘You don’t miss me, Sun. You miss you.’
‘Now you’re just being silly,’ said Sun as he tossed a rock into the river with a plump old splash.
‘It’s true,’ Moon smiled the glorious smile of all the world. ‘Have you not noticed, Sun, that when we laugh together you laugh just as much at yourself as you do me?’
‘Umm, I’ve not quite thought of it that way.’
‘And have you thought that maybe your love for me, is actually here to show you what your love for you looks like?
‘Moon?’
‘Yes, Sun?’
‘I love me an awful lot, don’t I?’
‘Yes Sun, you do,’ Sun and his sweet silence fell around her like the warmest hug.
Best friends, perfect mirrors.
There to help each other light the world.
I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today.
I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the kitchen counter. Then I snuck out of his house, with a smile, wondering what he might think when he discovered it. ☺️
I’m sharing this moment with you all because I believe beautiful moments are a gift to be cherished. I hope you do, too. ☺️
I also believe it’s important to share beautiful moments in the hopes of inspiring more beautiful moments in the world. And heaven knows we need that right now.
So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.
Give the love hearts, always.
No matter who, no matter what. xx ❤️
xx Brooke
The Rose
Life is like the sweetest rose.
Layer by layer,
it reveals its true beauty.
In its own time
it opens
and becomes
everything
it was always meant to be.
It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
She wished for peace
and love.
And dance parties.
In the kitchen.
