Somewhere Else

Hello my lovely bloggy friends,

I hope you’re all coping with whatever your COVID situation looks like. I have been. And I haven’t. But I’m still noticing small wins along the way, which make me feel a little better about the whole ‘life can be so completely shitty sometimes,’ thing.

I’ve been so proud of my growth in awareness, for example. And where I still flail around like a tiny fish in a way too big swimming pool more times than I’d wish, I’m giving myself this one beautiful moment.

A great big YES to all the NO I often tell myself.

So much of my personal growth and power have come from the moments I’ve seen, and owned, the ways I’ve been a bit of a (total) nong. It’s so nice to imagine the new possibilities these growth spurts are likely bringing towards me.

Of course, I’ll always be human. We all will. And it would be foolish to think that growing pains will never arise within my wonky little human boat, again.

But I’m on my way, and I’m so glad I’ve got the sweetest bloggy family to hang out with along the road to…somewhere else.


All That I Am

Today, I begin the school of life again.

I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown.

I am afraid.

I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid—

the beautiful tendril in the clouds,

the sweet surrender of a long resisted kiss.

I am the quiet that takes each step with me.

I am the longing I leave at the gate.

I am the breath this new life fills me with.

I am

all that I am,

and always will be.

alone back beach girl
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We are One

It’s important to me at this time (and, in fact, forever and always) to shine a hope for peace and equality for all.

We are one.

And though this song sings an Australian story, I sing it to the world. Because I am me, I am not on any one side; to me there are no two sides.

Just one.


Today, we speak for our beautiful black lives: who matter now, and always have mattered. Tomorrow, perhaps we might speak for each and every life touched by the closed eyes (and heart) of intolerance.

For the less obvious among society who have been oppressed and eye rolled entire lifetimes long, often suffering in silence:

* the sensitives and empaths of the world.

* the quirky/odd ones.

* the wildlings.

* the nerds.

Mainstream society is very good at identifying the obvious marginalised groups and fighting for their inclusion and acceptance.

It’s time, though, to dig deeper by asking:

Who am I intolerant of?

And why?

Are they not human, also? Like me?

We are all worthy of being seen through neutral eyes, and we are all worthy of forgiveness and being held through our darkest days.

Embracing our individuality, and separating from the rigid judgements and expectations of mainstream culture, ironically, seems to be the way to remember we are one.

Being kind to ourselves, and our fellow humans as we work through our kinks, might also be a lovely thing.

So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.

I’ll stop with my little bursts of unsolicited opinion, now, because I trust that everything in life happens for a reason. I trust that everyone finds the exact experiences they need in order to shine exactly the way they were always meant to.

Why, then, did I post this particular contradictory blog post?

Only the wind knows that, I suppose.

xx Your girl always, Brooke. xx


The Wind Of Change

When the wind swings the fallen leaves

so naturally to the ground,

I ask her,

why now?

And she whispers:

because it is time.


My beautiful bloggy friends,

My empath-ness goes all the way around at tough times like these, and it’s impossible for me not to see all sides of the story. This story we have been living over the past few months has been eye opening. First, a virus that has had us all immobilised and assessing who it is we want to be in the world. And now, another one of our sore spots. The fight for human equality raising its ugly head, once more.

I hope you are all going okay with all of this heavy energy. None of us know how to do this new collective gasp for air that we’ve taken. I have certainly never felt anything like it in my lifetime, and I can’t imagine there would have been a time like it before. (With that said…it’s always been a mountainous climb, this human journey. And history has seen some fairly massive shifts along the way.)

I can only speak from my transformational experience over the last few years, which has driven me into a deeper place of personal accountability and peace, drip by drip by drip.

I have had to remember myself all over again: remind myself of who I remember my true essence to be, and realise I haven’t been that girl for a while. Awareness and change point accepted.

The beautiful part of it all has been that, slowly, as I’ve found the bits and pieces of my shadow hidden within the light of what I always thought I was…a greater light has begun to shine within me. And though I am nowhere near the top of the mountain, I feel so relieved now that I’ve started to climb.

Collective humanity also has a shadow side, and it is this shadow side we are now beginning to see. I am a big believer that every single life on earth is precious (even those we might call ‘villains’.) I am a big believer in the human race being just one thing, not the many subcategories we’ve devided ourselves into over generations. We are human. And because we are human…we are love. It’s the one thing that we know we all have in common- and so it must be that this is what we are.

I’m sorry if any of this political sort of talk has offended anyone: we have been hiding this sort of talk for so long out of fear of unsettling the peace, and so I don’t suppose it’s very comfortable to look at the ways in which we may be able to help bring about a more permanent peaceful change for the world. But the worry is…each time we do ignore these conversations, the darker the shadow we create. And the darker the shadow, the harder it is to shiny us up again. We are the most beautiful shiny creatures, all of us.

I really do hope that all this upheaval can lead us into a beautiful new chapter of peaceful understanding and compassion for all- including the way we see ourselves.

So much love, Brooke (aka: mega dork and love heart giver; on a mission to bring peace, freedom, beauty, truth and love to all. Bonus points for a massive slice of chocolate cake on the side.)

The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 27. Destiny

Deep in the darling woods,

the darkness creeps

and the wind whispers

of daisies and delight:


hanging in the air

beyond the trees.


Waiting for permission

to live.

The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 17. Surrender

Darling are the lonely ones.

The sad ones.

The tired ones.

The human ones.

Darling is the moment

of sweet surrender,

when the cave

of hard fought bravery

crashes into the sea of

what actually is.


Fly Free

Fly free,

sweet bird,

from the spiral mind

that cages

and twirls you.

You are beautiful


How funny

that you sometimes


woman at the beach feeding the birds
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The Cupboard Of Me

In the cupboard of me

you will find a heart that is love,

a mind that is scattered,

a wind that is soft and warm,

a day that will never end.

In the cupboard of me

you will find ingredients


and strange.

You will find

all of life

in the cupboard of me.

Life for the choosing.

Life for the taking.



Sunshine hangs

on the sweet, subtle branches

of this moment.

A split second of fire, ice, indifference;

whichever lights the way as I wander

alone, under the deep blue sky

of today.

All this time,

I’ve shuffled the pathway

searching for absolute and unchanging


But life is the sunflower that grows beyond the windowsill,

sometimes peaceful,

sometimes swayed by the wind

of a new day.

Ever real and beautiful, be the days before me.

Ever and always, may I be content

with life as it is



Be Still

Be still, human darlings.

Never was there a day the wind stood still.

This, too, shall travel like the breath of the earth.

And though this wind will bring down branches,

and bend limbs into unrecognisable poses:

life remains.

So live.

Be still, human darlings.

Watch the wind pass in peace.