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Life

Elf

I just watched Lord of the rings, again;

I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf.

Twirling leaves, swaying, falling.

Flowing gowns, floating on air.

Softness.

Romance.

Light and trees.

I’m certain I’ve missed my calling as an Elf.

Oh well.

There’s always next time.

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Poetry

Just Because I Could

In another world

I would be a pizza eating fairy.

Just because I could.

And would.

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Life

Beautiful Friend

Some days I miss you.

Just because I do.

But also because I have loved you to the Milky Way and back again, all these human days of deep and wild and free.

Two souls searching for each other in the air between it all, longing for something more than everything.

Do you remember? Catching each other’s every word, every song, every moment as though we’d just caught a star?

Some people call it love, the wind that we became, but not us. We called it magic. Love never did seem to paint the light and shade of us quite the way we were.

And so some days I miss you.

Beautiful friend.

I think there will always be days that I miss you.

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Life

Life Is The Magic You Make It

Life is the magic you make it.

So

make it.

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Poetry

Princess

When I was a princess,

all I wanted

was to be a girl.

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Life

The B Tree and The Shooting Star

Have I told you about the B tree? The time my intuition asked me to take a seat among a forest full of trees, and there, etched into the tree I’d sat beside was the letter ‘B’?

B for Brooke. In a forest full of trees, have I told you that story?

Have I told you the story of how, about three weeks later, I found myself back in the forest? I’d forgotten all about the B tree. Well, at least I’d forgotten where exactly it was. In that forest full of trees. And yet, there I found myself, once again, sitting beside that very tree. The B tree. Quite a magical accident, wouldn’t you say?

A magical accident that happened twice.

A similar moment of magic happened tonight, and although I shouldn’t be surprised by the wonder the universe continues to gift me, I am. I really truly am. Because how can such magic be, and also be so constantly missed by too many of us, far too often? Because of all the busy things. Because of all the noise.

Tonight there was no noise as I walked. It was twilight. The stars were out and the sky was darkening, but not black. It had been a bit of a sad day for me, as you might imagine— an emotion processing day, and so it seemed a natural thing to get out with my trees and walk it away.

Twice I felt the urge to sit on the patch of grass beside me, and twice I rejected the idea as ridiculous given the darkness arriving on my side of the Earth. That’s when I remembered the B tree.

It had been a very subtle urge that had made me go and sit beside the B tree, a very subtle urge just like this one. Was this the universe calling again? Was this a gentle nudge from the Soft Girl, asking me to melt into the stars for a little while?

I didn’t need to wait for an answer. I just sat. And thank goodness I did: I’d have missed it had I kept walking.

The shooting star.

I’d have missed it racing towards the Earth in a burst so bright it could have been an asteroid or a falling planet. I couldn’t quite believe it (and what that looked like was me blubbering and smiling, looking around wondering if there was anyone there to see it.)

I don’t know how that kind of magic happens, but I seem to be on a journey that’ll take me a little closer to finding out. And if I never do find out where that kind of magic comes from… at least I kept my eyes open long enough to see it.

My goodness. It’s times like these where I think: what a life I will have lived by the end.

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Life

My Miracle

Today

I announce to the world:

I am ready for my miracle.

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Life

Dreams Will Come

Close your eyes.

Trust.

Dreams will come.

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Life

Fly

Beautiful, soft heart of mine.

I will play your every beat into the world

proudly, openly, completely.

Let them stomp together through the mud of their island.

We, dear heart, dear sweet, dear love.

We shall fly to the moon.

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Poetry

The Brightest Angel

The brightest Angel

slides on her spectacles,

and smiles.

It’s the painting

of us

that she loves the most.

She soaks the brush tip once more:

crystal blue and white,

and she paints

until her miracle

is perfect.