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Goodbye Christopher Robin

I cried and I smiled as the credits rolled, and I knew, in that moment, that I’d found another piece of home.

The movie was ‘Goodbye Christopher Robin.’

And it was…really very beautiful, actually.

How very different the world looks through the eyes of time gone by.

How very different the world looks when you become another version of yourself.

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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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Thank Goodness

I knew it would take me there. To the place beyond everything, the place that shows me, really quite beautifully, who I truly am.

I can’t remember the last time I watched Legends of the Fall. A very long time ago. A lifetime ago, you might say, and if you did say that I wouldn’t argue with you. I last saw the movie before I had truly lived. Before I had truly ached. Before I had truly felt loss, and the echoing stillness of life’s fragility.

Last night I watched the movie through new eyes, and it tore me apart. Very beautifully, it tore me apart, but it tore me apart all the same.

It reminded me of the depth and softness of who I am.

It reminded me of the beauty of the human connection.

And it reminded me why I write: to feel and to help others feel, too.

Thank goodness I watched that movie, last night.

Thank goodness.

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Storytime

‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard.

‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said Sun, as he slid off the swing and left it to dangle between the car cloud and the witch cloud.

‘Oh, Sun,’ Moon’s heart fell as her eyes drifted back to the group of humans gathered below. ‘Today, the humans are talking about our beautiful friend, Raven. But instead of seeing his beauty like we do, they are frightened of him. They’ve put him in a little box called ‘Black magic and death.’  

‘Well, why would they do a ridiculous thing like that, Moon? Raven is no different than Cat, or Dog, or Fish. The humans have put them in the safe, family, home box.’

Moon smiled gently into Sun’s eyes.

‘Sun, humans tell stories for all sorts of reasons. And often the stories they tell hide the truth of what actually exists in front of them. When we look at Raven, all we see is a beautiful bird, because we’ve never put Raven in the box of black magic and death. The humans can’t help but see him differently, because that’s the box they were told he belongs in. ‘

Sun gazed at the woman that gently glimmered before him. How he loved her for the new eyes she had given him, and even though he didn’t know how he knew, every storytime brought them closer to seeing the truth of their own shared story box.

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Darling Day 19. Moon River

 

Moon River, wider than a mile,

I’m crossing you in style some day.

Old dream maker, you heart breaker,

Wherever you’re going,

I’m going your way.

 

Two drifters, off to see the world.

There’s such a lot of world to see.

We’re after the same rainbow’s end,

Waiting ’round the bend,

My huckleberry friend,

Moon River and me.

 

Sigh. xx Brooke

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Darling Day 15. The Truth About Lady and The Tramp

I can’t believe it’s taken so long for the penny to drop.

Jim Dear and Darling, from Lady and the Tramp, they are not as they seem.

For my whole childhood—and in fact, right up until a few weeks ago (omg)— I just thought their names really were: Jim Dear. And…Darling.

Didn’t think to question it.

Didn’t think…at all.

Until this darling blog of May rolled around and I learned the horrifying truth of it all.

I’d been duped.

Tricked into thinking one thing, when really another was true.

“Jim, Dear?”

“Yes, Darling?”

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Do you see what this really, truly means?

Darling has a different name. One that none of US know.

OMG.

Surely I’m not the only one who didn’t realise the characters had taken their names based on what Lady, their dog, hears.

Surely I’m not the only one who took a good portion of her life to figure out the shocking—but adorable—truth.

Oh, well.

Better late than never, I suppose.

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