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Inspiration

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!

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Poetry

Flight

Her flight

was sweet.

And every bit as magical

as the hummingbird

sipping honeysuckle

beside her.

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Poetry

Chains

I see the chains of humanity,

do you?

It is okay to see the chains.

They are there.

We have built them.

We can pull them apart, too,

link by link

until there is only

one sweet day

and a strawberry pie

to share.

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Fable

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.

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Poetry

The Rose

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.

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Poetry

Beautiful

This life.

It is not what they have shown it to be.

The cold stone walls,

the repeating days in chains of grey.

This life is the art I hold in my own hands.

The art of my body as it stretches into the morning.

The art of breakfast as I eat the colours of the sun.

This life is what I ask it to be.

And, today, I ask it to be

beautiful.

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Inspiration

Be You

Shine, my sweet bloggy family.

Always be you.

In all your flawed magnificence.

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Poetry

Eternal Woman

This breath that gathers beneath the wings of the eternal woman.

It is life.

It is fresh orange summer, beyond form.

Sisters beyond time, we fall

and we fly into the arms of each other

with grace.

Beautiful women.

We will meet beyond the stories written for us.

Then is gone. We are now.

We are fresh and new

and ready.

To be everything we are.

To be everything we always have been.

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Poetry

Grateful

I’m grateful for beautiful people who shine a light for those wandering the dark.

I’m grateful for those wandering the dark. Grateful they are survivors: that they may not know they have won, yet, but they have. And they will see that shining sun, soon.

I’m grateful for love. No matter what it looks like, no matter how it gets there: it’s love, and it’s beautiful. And I’m grateful.

I’m grateful for all of it.

Joy, pain: all of it.

I’m grateful.

I’m grateful.

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Life

Wildfire

I am a wildfire.

Where the flames fan wide

and the blue ripples split

the deep orange stream.

I cannot control what is wild and free.

I cannot control

a wildfire

like me.