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I Am

I am.

And I love.

And everyday

I choose

To be

Me.

Again.

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Poetry

Coming Home

Let this heart I wear

on my sleeve

draw all of its letters in the sand…

not just the ones I think

you

will like me for.

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And in that sand, let there be

scribbles of the past, the present,

and the future;

a million perfect letters

tumbling all about my day

teaching me,

quite slowly,

just who it is I am meant to be.

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I am no longer searching

for anything, or anyone.

Somehow

I just know.

I’ve found the thing

I never knew I needed to find.

A tiny home at the edge of my sleeve.

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Poetry

The Rose

The rose began to wither, in
her heart of woven gold,
the ocean melted in her eyes
for stories never told.

The window shone the morning bright,
not once did she look there,
the darkness had become her and
the rose, at last, was bare.

The bluebirds flew about the day,
the air cut like a knife,
and all the while a single rose
lay weeping bloody life.

For no one knew the rose had died
and left a heart of black,
except the girl with ocean eyes;
a train run off the track.

The gardens coloured in the world
so full of joyous spring,
and daisies spread along the path
as death came wandering.

The children danced in rosie rings
while men laughed at the sky,
yet, there she lay upon the bed,
a light about to die.

And as the days became the years
her rose grew back once more,
a rose of black and white, this time;
a life unlike before.

-Brooke Cutler, 2018

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 31. The Land of Darling

Come with me to the land of darling.

A place where night-lights watch over sleeping babes.

A place where laughter skips ’round the edge of the world, looking for a new soul to leap into when the time is right.

The land of darling.

You just never know what magic we’ll find there.

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You’d have been there before, I’m sure.

The last time you laughed.

The last time you cried.

The last time you tripped over a boot in the hall…

The very boot you couldn’t find last week.

Darling, hey?

Darling can be so many different things.

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Which is why I’m sad to see this day come.

A sweet kiss goodbye to the darling that’s flooded 31 of my days.

It’s been hard. I’m not going to lie.

But I look at all the darling that’s come from it and…

Well.

There aren’t really any words to describe that kind of wonderful.

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And so, we come to the final curtain.

The bit where we all hug and giggle, and I say:

It’s been super nice to meet you. Super nice to share the darling of my days.

I wish you a million more darling days of your own.

Because darling happens all the time to those who open their hearts wide enough.

And now you know what darling looks like, how it feels…

I dare you to catch it and fly.

You know you want to.

Lots of love,

xx Brooke

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Darling Day 18: The River

 

She sits upon the river bank,

Picks daisies one by one,

She peers into the dawning day,

Sighs ‘welcome’ to the sun.

 

The windy reeds sway in the morn,

Sweet blackbirds hop and play,

A simple hour of darling joy,

One darling day in May.

 

She sees a shadow on a hill,

The grey of faded light,

But even if the cold creeps near,

She knows she’ll be alright.

 

She whispers to the universe,

‘Protect my heart, this day,

And I’ll sing you a rainbow sky,

To wash your grey away.’

 

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Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon

What if

The darling moon

Fell in love

With the Sun?

Would two lights shine from the black?

Or

Would day-time drift

the lovers into the open

blue

Where they would shine

A single ray

on a hill by the sea.

Never too bright, never

a smudge of char on the

cracked stone.

And

What if

The darling Sun

Fell in love

With

The

Moon?

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Life

The Gift of Bother

Last week I was car-less.

Imagine.

A young Mum with things to do. Places to go.

Objects to move from one place to another.

Small children to move from one place…

To another.

What a bother.

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And then it struck me.

These legs of mine, these feet—

What marvellous things they are.

This body: flushed with life; me and the pram

Powering up hills, and down. Getting places

No engine necessary.

What a gift.

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Finding my feet again gifted me other things, too.

Like time.

Time to feel the papery trunks of nature’s watchmen,

Time to see—spindly leaves, dancing about in the open blue. Time to be

Me.

Free.

What a gift.

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But the very best of life on two legs was this:

Extra time with my babies— one and four years old.

Not three minutes together, like the car ride to kinder.

But twenty. Precious. Minutes.

Every day for a week.

All of us wide-eyed, as natures sweetest creations passed us by.

What a gift.

The gift of bother.

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