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A Blog a Day in May

The Sun Is Waiting

I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay.

I have plans to sit on the grass

and breathe.

The sun is waiting.

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Poetry

Today

Yesterday

I cried for the train that left my sad eyes

at the station.

But yesterday wasn’t today.

Today

I understood why the train had to leave

without me.

It was so I would go in search

of my wings.

It was so I would remember

how nice it feels

to fly.

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Life

Life

Today, I feel it all.

Life.

Rushing beneath my skin, burning in my bones.

It’s an ache, I feel.

A beautiful wind that moves through my body and clutches at the spaces all around me.

Life.

It’s an ache I’ve always sought to understand.

An ache I never will understand.

An ache.

A life.

A dream to be everything I am.

A longing to be nothing I am not.

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Poetry

Satisfied

I looked into the sky

and I said,

‘Sky.

It’s me.’

And then I realised

I had nothing more to say.

And that

actually

I was satisfied.

Satisfied,

and ready to give in

to the aching quiet of it all.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Peace

On the fourth day of Christmas my soul took me back to the river.

Same river.

Different tree.

The feeling was the same, though.

The feeling of the river washing all the sharp bits out of me.

Making me soft again.

Just like when it’s me and only me in the world.

Today, the river became me.

And I became the river.

And I now know why I was drawn back to this calm and sleepy place.

It was because I had something to learn.

I had to learn to recognise the feeling that takes hold of me when the river bubbles and the wind blows warm on my skin.

I had to give it a name.

It’s name is ‘peace’.

And I’ve come back to the river so that I might share this peace with you.

xx Brooke

Ps. Go find a river. Listen to it. Feel it. Life is too short to let the rivers of this beautiful life pass us by.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas has always been a special time of year, for me.

It’s a time that brings people together, a time that turns our worldly differences into love hearts and butterflies (and we all know how much this girl loves love hearts and butterflies.)

So, this year, I’ve decided to celebrate with the people who bring out the love hearts and butterflies in me: YOU GUYS. (Aww. Group hug. ALL the love hearts.)

I’d so dearly love you to share the next twelve days with me.

I have no idea what they’ll bring and, to be honest, that’s really the way I like to live this little life of mine. There’s something so wondrous about waiting for life to reveal itself, wouldn’t you say?

Week by week. Day by day.

Moment by moment.

So. Let’s do this.

Let’s share this life of ours for all the days leading up to that jolly day itself.

Christmas. (Or whatever it is that you celebrate. Love is love is love, am I right? )

My rough plan is: day one will start tomorrow and I’ll carry on bugging you once a day until the 24th of December (Australian time, sorry to those of you overseas.)

Anyway— sigh.

Let’s do this.

It’ll be so super jolly, we won’t have any room left in our sparkly, love filled hearts.

See you all again, soon!

xx Brooke

 

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Poetry

My Honeypot

Today

I will find a honeypot

and I will fill it

to overflowing

with all the love

my heart has found

within my soul.

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