The walk was all the lovely things.
I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me.
Well.
Here we are.
Each of us in the bush.
Side by side, a million miles between us.
Happy weekend, friends.
All the love hearts.
xx Brooke
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The Day Ahead
I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change in my being whatsoever, the new me looks at the trees and wonders why I can’t feel into their branches today. Why music is just there, and not the magic it became after the universe woke me up to my extra feeling self.
I have one errand to run in the morning, and then after snuggling my little muffins and sending them off for a fun day with Dad…it’ll be just me in my world for a day. Me and some trees, and hopefully the Soft Girl, who will very likely be tempted out from hiding by the trees and the music that call her.
Anyway, it’ll be lovely. Perhaps while I sit among the forest, with my eyes closed to the breeze, I might think of some things. I might think of taking my bubbas out into the forest one day when they’re bigger. I might think of how proud I’ll be to show them that it’s okay to be the crazy girl who places her palms upon a tree trunk and closes her eyes while she does it. The girl who smiles into the sky when her heart feels all shiny and nice, and calls that very feeling the essence of her soul.
And then there’ll be tomorrow evening. The evening will bring me an entire night with one of my dearest friends. There’ll be too much wine. Maybe some burgers. Probably some tears. Plenty of smiles. And talk of somewhere over the rainbow, that place just beyond the wall that our eyes and hearts just cannot see yet.
Perhaps I’ll fill you in on my adventures another day. Perhaps it all might be so wonderful that I’ll need to spill the happy onto someone nice.
Like you.
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The B Tree and The Shooting Star
Have I told you about the B tree? The time my intuition asked me to take a seat among a forest full of trees, and there, etched into the tree I’d sat beside was the letter ‘B’?
B for Brooke. In a forest full of trees, have I told you that story?
Have I told you the story of how, about three weeks later, I found myself back in the forest? I’d forgotten all about the B tree. Well, at least I’d forgotten where exactly it was. In that forest full of trees. And yet, there I found myself, once again, sitting beside that very tree. The B tree. Quite a magical accident, wouldn’t you say?
A magical accident that happened twice.
A similar moment of magic happened tonight, and although I shouldn’t be surprised by the wonder the universe continues to gift me, I am. I really truly am. Because how can such magic be, and also be so constantly missed by too many of us, far too often? Because of all the busy things. Because of all the noise.
Tonight there was no noise as I walked. It was twilight. The stars were out and the sky was darkening, but not black. It had been a bit of a sad day for me, as you might imagine— an emotion processing day, and so it seemed a natural thing to get out with my trees and walk it away.
Twice I felt the urge to sit on the patch of grass beside me, and twice I rejected the idea as ridiculous given the darkness arriving on my side of the Earth. That’s when I remembered the B tree.
It had been a very subtle urge that had made me go and sit beside the B tree, a very subtle urge just like this one. Was this the universe calling again? Was this a gentle nudge from the Soft Girl, asking me to melt into the stars for a little while?
I didn’t need to wait for an answer. I just sat. And thank goodness I did: I’d have missed it had I kept walking.
The shooting star.
I’d have missed it racing towards the Earth in a burst so bright it could have been an asteroid or a falling planet. I couldn’t quite believe it (and what that looked like was me blubbering and smiling, looking around wondering if there was anyone there to see it.)
I don’t know how that kind of magic happens, but I seem to be on a journey that’ll take me a little closer to finding out. And if I never do find out where that kind of magic comes from… at least I kept my eyes open long enough to see it.
My goodness. It’s times like these where I think: what a life I will have lived by the end.
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Let’s Do This
I thought I’d be pooped by now; fifteen k’s into a thirty k walk.
But though my feet are sore, and blisters are starting to gift my toes little pops of ‘ouch’ every now and then…
All I’m thinking is: yes.
We’ve got this.
You.
Me.
All of us.
We do.
Dear me, how I love a fatigue induced epiphany.
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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.
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.
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.
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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