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Life

The Walk

The walk was all the lovely things.

I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me.

Well.

Here we are.

Each of us in the bush.

Side by side, a million miles between us.

Happy weekend, friends.

All the love hearts.

xx Brooke

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Life

The Day Ahead

I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change in my being whatsoever, the new me looks at the trees and wonders why I can’t feel into their branches today. Why music is just there, and not the magic it became after the universe woke me up to my extra feeling self.

I have one errand to run in the morning, and then after snuggling my little muffins and sending them off for a fun day with Dad…it’ll be just me in my world for a day. Me and some trees, and hopefully the Soft Girl, who will very likely be tempted out from hiding by the trees and the music that call her.

Anyway, it’ll be lovely. Perhaps while I sit among the forest, with my eyes closed to the breeze, I might think of some things. I might think of taking my bubbas out into the forest one day when they’re bigger. I might think of how proud I’ll be to show them that it’s okay to be the crazy girl who places her palms upon a tree trunk and closes her eyes while she does it. The girl who smiles into the sky when her heart feels all shiny and nice, and calls that very feeling the essence of her soul.

And then there’ll be tomorrow evening. The evening will bring me an entire night with one of my dearest friends. There’ll be too much wine. Maybe some burgers. Probably some tears. Plenty of smiles. And talk of somewhere over the rainbow, that place just beyond the wall that our eyes and hearts just cannot see yet.

Perhaps I’ll fill you in on my adventures another day. Perhaps it all might be so wonderful that I’ll need to spill the happy onto someone nice.

Like you.

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A Blog a Day in May

The Soft Girl Again

The soft girl spoke to me again.

She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene, playing like a movie on the blank screen of my mind.

When her ‘flash’ of advice came I was on the couch, hugging my pink blankie and gobbling up leftover pizza. What songs might I play on my walk when it came time to brave the cold, I wondered. 80’s pop? Musical theatre? List by eclectic list rolled over in my musical mind’s eye, but a solid decision was yet to announce itself.

That’s when I heard her. Saw her.

Felt her.

And what did the soft girl whisper to me, you ask? She whispered a change of plans. Not an outright change, nothing drastic. Just a tweak. A slight nudge to move me into better alignment with the makings of a greater day. A greater me.

The soft girl showed me a vision of my walking track— the one I’d be springing along in the not too distant future, whistling up fat-armed gum trees, crunching along a pathway of pebbles grey, red, and brown.

But things were different in the soft girl’s version of events. In the soft girl’s version…I wasn’t alone. My little baby elephant— my adorably delightful five-year-old boy—had come along for the pebble crunch of it all, and it-felt-good. It felt…right.

It was that feeling, the feeling of rightness I experienced upon mentally viewing my little mister striding along beside me that confirmed it. The soft girl. Her subtle, intuitive language had whispered it’s quiet hello so that I might use it and make this life of mine better.

An hour later I walked out the front door, trailed by an ever so excited little boy. An hour after that…the two of us bounded back into the house, huffing, puffing and smiling from our Super Mario ‘star run’ down the street to home.

The soft girl got it right again today, the lovely duffer

And my goodness, I’m grateful.

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Inspiration Life

Let’s Do This

I thought I’d be pooped by now; fifteen k’s into a thirty k walk.

But though my feet are sore, and blisters are starting to gift my toes little pops of ‘ouch’ every now and then…

All I’m thinking is: yes.

We’ve got this.

You.

Me.

All of us.

We do.

Dear me, how I love a fatigue induced epiphany.