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Poetry

A Beautiful Choice

Today.

What a beautiful choice.

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Poetry

I Will Not Fight

I will not fight.

I will spend the rest of my life

creating beautiful things.

And I will search

for the beautiful things of others

until I shine.

Lit up by beautiful things.

I will not fight.

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Life

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.

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Poetry

Diamonds and Stones

My next life lesson

will be to blow through days of stone,

and understand that days of stone

do not indicate a whole life

of stone.

Still there are diamond days.

Always

there will be both.

And never

am

I

broken.

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Poetry

Human Unplugged

It’s never an even road.

Life.

To lose yourself

in great chunks of confusion.

To take to the floor,

to scrape at the earth

for answers.

I am love, this I know.

I am peace, this I know.

But I am also a silent mess

of human unplugged,

gasping for air

just like the rest.

We are broken,

and we break others.

We blame

but we are to blame, ourselves.

When will the circle

find it’s neat and tidy

end?

When will the circle find it’s neat and tidy end.

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Fable

Sun and Moon, Unconditionally

‘Sun?’

‘Yes, Moon?’

‘Why are the humans always so angry, do you think?’

‘Because Moon, they haven’t realised that, like us, they have the ability to shine.’

‘They do? So why don’t more of them shine, then? If they can, why don’t they?’

‘Moon…humans spend so much time telling angry stories, their shine gets lost beneath the mud of it all.’

‘Oh, Sun. That makes me so, so sad.’

‘Me too, Moon. It makes me sad, too.’

And as the night rose into the day, Moon and Sun continued to shine on the beautiful humans, without asking for anything in return.

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Life

We are One

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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.

Humanity.

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

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Life

War

I ache

for it all.

It is a war.

It is a world wide

war

announcing

the differing languages

of intolerance.

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Life

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.)

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Poetry

The Story Of Yesterday

What does the world

look like

smell like, taste like

feel like

when the story of yesterday

is gone,

and the book of life is

suddenly

empty.