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Inspiration

Be You

Shine, my sweet bloggy family.

Always be you.

In all your flawed magnificence.

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Music

Sneak Peak- Humanity

Hello my sweet bloggy friends.❤️

Given I share so much of my creative journey with you, I thought it would be so super special to share with you my latest song writing project.☺️ (Yes- that’s my 17 year old piano. Aww. ❤️)

I’m halfway through writing this one, and so far it’s been a lot of fun to write. I love digging into the darker energies of humanity to see what comes up: song writing is such a wonderful way to really yank out the emotional weeds, so to speak. 😂

I have no idea where this one is going to go from here, but I suppose I’ll find out soon.

HUMANITY

Lyrics:

V-1. I see your smiling face, but I know your fall from grace, you pick the pieces up and hide them in the shade of things unseen. Oh yes, I know you well, the dark within your shell, the lies you tell yourself to make it all okay.

So set fire to the good girl inside, and be all you want to be. Don’t disguise the pain in your eyes, the stories untrue: you’re not the only one with secrets.

C- Humanity, oh melt me with the whispers of your blue melody, a symphony of secret wishes: life unseen, hearts unclean, humanity, humanity, humanity. ✨

So much love.

xx Brooke

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Life

What Matters Most

I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another.

These past few months have seen me dipping in and out of the great creative loves of my life: writing and music. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was without them, and I’m so terribly glad for that. A soul merging with life itself. Surely that’s what creativity and self-expression are—at least, that is what they are to me.

I’m wondering why my soul has drawn me back to music so strongly at this time in my life. Why it’s chosen to show me the true effects music has on my body. Why it’s chosen to speak to me through the musical stories I tell and hear.

I don’t suppose it matters why or when.

I’m grateful to have found my whole heart again.

That’s what matters most to me.

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Music

Friday Night Music Night

Hello my lovely bloggy friends!

This is just a quick pop in to let you guys know I’m starting a new ‘thing’ on Instagram/IGTV, running along the same lines as the book chats I was doing a few weeks ago, but less boring. (Ha ha ha- no need to bring your pillows this time. ☺️)

This time it’s a little less geared towards writers, and a little more in line with what actual humans can relate to.

Because this time I’m talking about music!

I’ve uploaded the first video already for those of you who are interested. You can find it in the IGTV tab on my Instagram page. _brookecutler_.

Other than that, it’s business as usual here in this very bloggy land of ours.

Ps: I hope you guys are all going okay. ❤️

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Poetry

Musical Love

Love.

The great creator of song.

Without love

there is no heartache.

Without heartache

there are no scars

to weep music

from the soul.

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Poetry

I Am The Air

Music is the wind,

and I am the air.

And we gracefully dance,

and we blissfully play,

and we claim our place

within the fabric of

the other

until we are one.

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Life

Piano

I’ve just done some counting. My absolute least favourite thing.

And according to my calculations, I’ve had my piano (a digital piano) for seventeen years.

Seventeen years.

There was a moment a few weeks ago when it didn’t turn on. My stomach fell, and in that moment I had an entire conversation with myself.

It was like the life of the piano flashed before my eyes.

All the songs we’d written together.

All the tears I’d cried as she helped mend my broken hearts.

What if she was gone?

If she didn’t turn on.

I realised I’d still have my voice to create music, and that thought soothed me.

But my goodness I was pleased ‘my baby’ turned on eventually.

Boy, was I ever pleased.

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Life

The Journey

Life, for me, has been an up and down ride.

A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your stomach with it.

Life, for me, also changed when I had the epiphany that my body (and I believe all bodies, but that’s a theory for another post, I suppose) was absorbing the energy of life around me, and I was reacting heavily based on whatever it was absorbing. Needless to say: learning, and exploring, the term Empath changed my life. And learning about subtle energy and meditation changed it even more.

This morning—all in the space of an hour—I’ve had memories resurface that (although I missed the memo at the time) were very obvious signposts as to my body’s highly sensitive nature. I’ll never forget, about a million years ago, sitting in the passenger seat of our old clunker with my Dad at the wheel. Every morning we would travel to our shared workplace together, and every morning, in a confused state of discomfort, I would shudder as I listened to the morning show hosts chatter away.

I adored the two of them. The whole town did, actually, they were a beautiful pair. But. They were extremely negative, and always it felt like there was a heaviness or grumpiness to their chatter that had me dreading the morning commute. It was confusing because I liked them. It was horrible because they felt so entirely uncomfortable within my body.

I now understand that this is because of the way that I am built, that the more dense the feeling I’m exposed to, the more I tend to flounder. As a result, a good amount of alone time is extremely important for me to get back into the middle of me. Extremely important. (Have I mentioned how important alone time is for me? Very.)

It’s not all bad, though. If grumpiness feels completely horrible to me, you might be able to guess how absolutely beautiful love feels within my tiny human frame. And nature. And music— oh good heavens, don’t even get me started on the absolute purity that music fills me with. It feels like a beautiful wind. A wind that twists and frees my body in ways I never thought possible.

Anyhow, it’s a journey. A beautiful adventure, filled with tears and joy and all the horrible lovely things. Where to next?

I suppose we’re all about to find out. 🙂

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Life

Peace

I’m so exhausted.

And all I want for the rest of my days

is peace.

I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys.

Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good solid dose of softness right about now. xx

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Life

Tortured

Because I am human

the softness inside me only grows

with every flight of my breaking heart.

And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words

etched into the deepest parts of my soul,

but you are.

And I am alone, wading in knee high waters

singing the wistful melody

of a tortured, creative heart.

And all I can see from here

is a rainbow, beautiful and battered,

snaking through a silver

unpredictable

sky.