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Life

Small Ball

Here I am again with nothing to say.

How often have I done this, since the birth of my blog? How often have I just been here because being anywhere else hasn’t seemed like an option? Many a time.

I feel as though, for a very long time, I’ve been in between here and there. Not quite knowing where here is, and not even willing to guess where there might be.

I get the distinct impression I am meant to find here and stay here, without even a thought or wondering of ‘there’. After all, when we get ‘there’ it will become ‘here’, just as today will always be today, and tomorrow will never come. (I wonder if that makes any sense at all. I am running on very little sleep. I do hope you will forgive me.)

All this rambling makes me think of a moment I had today as I sat upon a picnic rug in our yard, with my baby crawling around at my feet. In my left hand I held a large ball and in my right, a small ball. It occurred to me that without the presence of the other, neither could actually be called ‘small’ or ‘large’. The terms large and small are always relative to something else. How would I know I was holding a large ball if I’d never seen a small ball in my life? I marvel at the wonderful nerdy goodness of that.

And it makes me think of all the other ways us humans have framed our world in order to communicate clearly. What would happen, do you think, if every ‘large’ ball was just a ball? To take it even further, what would happen if every ball was nameless; just an odd sort of circular object that sat perfectly in your hands, without a preconceived idea or purpose. What might we think to do with it if its possibilities were not as clearly defined?

Gosh I’m rambling. I really don’t even know why, or what all this is about, so I will say goodnight. Goodness, I’m tired.

I hope the world is being kind to you, bloggy friends.

If not, I am sending my heart.

The sun will shine again.

I promise.

xx Brooke

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Life

Shamed

Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame.

Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad.

We are shamed.

We are shamed.

We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one.

I teach my children that their failures are the best things that could happen for them, their mistakes, beautiful lessons in how to do life beautifully.

Punishment breaks my heart. An eye for an eye, an ancient, barbaric way. And all of it pointless, in my eyes, because shame only drives the ‘bad’ underground, it doesn’t lovingly guide it to a better day.

Accepting our faults and carefully growing with them through life might work.

Shaming will destroy.

I choose the gentle way.

I choose self compassion, and compassion for others.

I choose…actually, I choose sleep.

I’m so terribly tired.

So terribly tired.

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Poetry

Love Is

May they find the hours

of my love for them

strewn upon these coloured pages.

May their names shine with my love,

and may their eyes light

with the truth of all they are.

May these hours,

and these pages dear,

show my children that love is pure

beyond thinking.

Love is…

love

is.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Motherhood

Motherhood has opened my heart in both expected and unexpected ways. It’s taught me that I never truly knew concepts such as shame or guilt before, or responsibility, or disappointment, or sorrow.

And I often get down on myself when I don’t get it right. When I snap at them for being children. When I’m too lazy to be the Mother I know I can be to them.

Then there was today. Today when a situation arose that put my parenting skills to the test, and they were met and exceeded, to my absolute delight.

I have to celebrate this beautiful victory with all of my heart. I have to love myself as much as I love my babies and say: Mum, you did a great job.

I am not perfect.

But today, I was a great Mum.

Who knows what I’ll be tomorrow.

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Day 27. True true love.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

The Absolute Truth

I know the words I’ve spoken are true;

they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind.

Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan.

The absolute truth is unmistakable.

I know

I know

the absolute truth.

Day 21. Truth is where the heart is.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Beautiful, Tonight

I’m going to gift myself something beautiful, tonight.

I’m going to gift myself time.

I’ve been running on full speed, trying to be everything I can be, just in case I run out of minutes in my day.

Most days, as a Mum of three little ones, I do run out of minutes.

And energy.

So, tonight I will sit and breathe.

I’ll not need to go anywhere, I’ll not need to do anything.

All I’ll need to do

is be.

And the time starts…

now.

Day 20. Breathe
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Infinite

Love

the word

is not enough.

Love

the feeling

is infinite.

Day 17. To infinity.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Dancing Girl

She danced like no one was watching.

She went to that place where all artists go when they create.

She is my daughter and she is five, but actually she is ageless, and it was this beautiful, ageless essence that danced her.

We thought we were there to watch a busker play his peaceful guitar.

We weren’t.

We were there to watch her.

And to know it was a moment so precious that those of us who witnessed it won’t forget.

My darling girl.

She danced like no one was watching.

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Day 16. Magic.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Family

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have, I always will.

With my family here by my side on this, the great Tasmanian adventure, I’m pretty much bathing in love hearts…which is the loveliest.

That’s the thing about family.

They feel like home.

And at home I am free to be who I am, all the way ’round, back out the other side again.

It is the loveliest thing.

And they sometimes roll their eyes at my love hearty ways, and they probably think I’m a little odd, at times.

But there is always unconditional love to be found.

That’s the thing about family.

That’s the thing that fills my joy pots to overflowing.

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Day 15. Home sweet home away from home.
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Peaches In The Darling Sun

A Beautiful Day

It has been a beautiful day.

The kind of day that flows from start to end, like a delicious water feature lulling the water from plate to plate to plate, finally to rest in a peaceful pool below.

The bigger kids were perfect.

The baby was lovely.

I was in a state of peaceful balance, and as a Mum of three busy little humans, I’m so, so grateful for this state, always.

Isn’t life funny?

It’s usually when you’re most exhausted that peaceful days like today come along and provide the perfect contrast to the madness.

A beautiful day it was.

A beautiful day, indeed.

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Day 10. Grateful.