No rose
(not a single one)
ever bloomed in an instant.
Listen to the silence
of the journey.
Let the rose bloom
as she will.
Tag: Trust
I’d like to find the sunshine
beneath my pillow, when I wake.
And I will cup it in my hands,
and I will hold it close and whisper:
‘Shine, sweet little light.
Shine ever brightly,
might the pathway ahead
light and walk with me.
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Meant To Be
The great news is this.
If I am here,
there is nowhere else
I’m meant to be.
The skies opened and the earth looked up.
‘My friend,’ said the dry earth, ‘is trying to drown me.’
Days passed.
The sky shone golden orange and the grass mounds of the south glistened, abundant in emerald foliage.
The earth looked to the sky, once more.
Changed.
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We are One
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It’s important to me at this time (and, in fact, forever and always) to shine a hope for peace and equality for all.
We are one.
And though this song sings an Australian story, I sing it to the world. Because I am me, I am not on any one side; to me there are no two sides.
Just one.
Humanity.
Today, we speak for our beautiful black lives: who matter now, and always have mattered. Tomorrow, perhaps we might speak for each and every life touched by the closed eyes (and heart) of intolerance.
For the less obvious among society who have been oppressed and eye rolled entire lifetimes long, often suffering in silence:
* the sensitives and empaths of the world.
* the quirky/odd ones.
* the wildlings.
* the nerds.
Mainstream society is very good at identifying the obvious marginalised groups and fighting for their inclusion and acceptance.
It’s time, though, to dig deeper by asking:
Who am I intolerant of?
And why?
Are they not human, also? Like me?
We are all worthy of being seen through neutral eyes, and we are all worthy of forgiveness and being held through our darkest days.
Embracing our individuality, and separating from the rigid judgements and expectations of mainstream culture, ironically, seems to be the way to remember we are one.
Being kind to ourselves, and our fellow humans as we work through our kinks, might also be a lovely thing.
So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.
I’ll stop with my little bursts of unsolicited opinion, now, because I trust that everything in life happens for a reason. I trust that everyone finds the exact experiences they need in order to shine exactly the way they were always meant to.
Why, then, did I post this particular contradictory blog post?
Only the wind knows that, I suppose.
xx Your girl always, Brooke. xx
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Something’s Coming
Something is coming
that will make us smile.
It’s easy to forget, isn’t it—
that smiles always come back around again,
even when we think they’re gone for good.
It’s okay to forget.
The universe will always remind us, someway, somehow.
Like now, for instance.
Here we are, remembering together:
Something’s coming.
Something has always been coming.
Hasn’t it?
