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Life

Fly Free

Fly free,

sweet bird,

from the spiral mind

that cages

and twirls you.

You are beautiful

always.

How funny

that you sometimes

forget.

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Life

Love Letter Time

To my beautiful bloggy friends,

Guess what time it is?

That’s right. Love letter time. 🙂 You know you’ll never get away from all the love hearts now that you’ve found this giant mushy love heart face, so if you’ll be so kind: get your hands ready. Because all the love hearts are on their way.

Here’s the thing:

It’s okay.

Everything will be okay.

There are many reasons for this, but if you’d like me to share a couple I’m happy to pull some little pops of okayness out of my bloggy hat to reassure you that we do, indeed, still totally have this shindig called life.

Chocolate will always be there.

Ice-cream, too, if you like it.

Music. Dance. Art.

Cold Pizza.

And most importantly, all the mushy ‘Brooke love hearts’. They will always and absolutely be there. Through good times. And bad times. And omg I just ran out of ice-cream times.

Always these love hearts will be here for you to visit, to remind you that— no matter how much it feels like you’re flailing around in a sea of what on earth is this life?— you’ve totally got this.

I mean it, guys.

You’ve got this.

And so if there is a pain or more in parts of your world, I feel you, and I’m with you.

Know that you are not broken. Know that you are human, and lovely, and no matter what today might have looked like for you: tomorrow will be better. I don’t know how I know, I just know.

Tell your inner critic that ‘Brooke said to go away, please, thank you.’

Take your Teddy Bear to bed— I don’t care what anyone says: you’re never too old for anything, especially not for soft, fluffy, lovely.

Be whoever, and whatever, you need to be in this moment until you need to be someone or something new.

So yeah.

All that. 🙂

So much love, from your resident internet mush face.

xx Brooke

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Life

Miraculous

It’s a truly miraculous thing,

when a soul steps in

to announce its presence.

When the slideshow of broken

memories roll in and out,

and the wounded little girl

meets her second chance

to shine.

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Spirituality

A Letter From The Soft Girl

Dear Brooke,

I’m well, thank you for asking.

Yes, I do believe you are perfectly capable of anything you choose to do in this life. It’s okay it took you a while to figure that out. You were meant to take a while to figure that out.

Yes, I do love you. So, so, so dearly. And yes: this absolutely is the greatest love of all, because I love you even when you think you don’t deserve to be loved. Oh. You’re totally welcome, girlfriend.

Yes, I forgive you for forgetting how wonderful you are from time to time. Humans do this odd thing, at times (what silly duffers, you are.) Rest assured, the universe won’t allow you to linger in the cranky pit for too long. Your smile has too many other smiles to welcome into the world.

Yes, I’m glad you’re worrying less and saying ‘bugger it’ more. If they can do it, you can do it. So…bugger it, off you go then. It’s well and truly your turn.

Yes, I am real. I am real, I am real, I am real, I am real. I have given you more than enough proof. Please. Believe me already. (It’s okay that you don’t believe me, btw. That’s just another one of those wacky human problems. Never mind. You’ll get there.)

Yes, I am always available when you need my advice. Haven’t you noticed? I tend to offer it anyway. Even when you think you don’t need it. Especially when you think you don’t need it.

Yes, I write most of your blog posts. Yes, it’s okay that you take the credit. I am you, and you are me, after all. Confusing, I know. We’ll get to know each other more comfortably before too long.

Yes, your truth will shine now that you have given it permission to do so. Just know, however: your shine will look different to all humans. You must never expect others to see you as you do. For instance, your ‘shine’ will look grey to those who only see the world in black and white. That’s okay. Black and white eyes do not see incorrectly. They just see differently.  Yes, you still have a thing or two to learn about this part.

Yes, I am responsible for half the books in your bookshelf. No. I’m not sorry. We needed them. Eeek. Sorry, trees.

Yes, this is the final point, until the next time you need me.

So much love, darling human girl. You’ve so totally got this.

Scratch that: we’ve totally got this. xx

Love,

The Soft Girl

(aka: your soul. Aka: your intuition. Aka: the actual you.)

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Life

The Right Way

He said,

she said,

they said

that I was

too different

to be loved

as I am.

And I believed them.

These are the scars

we paint upon each other’s hearts

when we declare

that without a doubt…

our way

is

the right way.

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Poetry

Gentle

I try to be gentle with the girl inside me.

She is imperfect.

She hurts, and she hurts others

as she tries her best to be.

She thinks and she thinks,

and she doesn’t think enough

until something in the air breaks

and tells her,

‘Hush. Be kind to the one that matters most in your world.’

And so I try to listen to the air as it crackles.

And so I surrender

as I wait for my sunflower to bloom.

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Life

The Answer

The answer is:

I don’t know the answer.

The question is:

Does anyone?

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Poetry

Worthy

We don’t have to convince the world

that we are worthy

of their love hearts.

We only have to convince ourselves

that we are worthy

of our own.

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Life

Tomorrow

Tomorrow,

we start again.

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A Blog a Day in May

The Soft Girl and The Book

The brownie is delicious. The coffee is fine.

And, for the first time in a good little while, I am at a cafe, sinking into a booth seat, quietly reflecting on the peace of it all.

I’m the soft girl today. She’s the part of me that I choose—quite fiercely so—because the soft girl is anything but soft. She’s gentle and kind, and yet she’s capable and strong. And she’s safe, the part of me that feels most like ‘home’.

She made me buy a book, today, the soft girl did. It’s beautiful. A paperback, with a silvery-white cover and the title: Women Who Run With The Wolves: Contacting the Power of The Wild Woman, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. A quote from Maya Angelou decorates the bottom. It says: ‘Everyone who can read should read this book.’

The book had whispered to me from the shelf—or, perhaps the soft girl had whispered me to it, I can’t be entirely certain. And even though it was only visible via the spine, I plucked it quickly from its little cave and read the blurb.

I wasn’t going to buy a book. It wasn’t on my radar, not at all. But as soon as I read what this beautiful, silvery book was about…the soft girl touched me and began whispering me her careful words: ‘This book will change your life.’

So.

I bought it. It sits beside me, in my laptop bag, waiting for me to breathe it in— which I will do tonight, as soon as I have found a cup of steaming tea and a nice big blanket.

I suppose it might be a wonderful book.

And, if it is, if the whispers of the soft girl were true in all their wistfully tender encouragement…my life is about to change.

I’d imagine that might be a very nice thing.

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