Life

Goodnight

It has been a day and a half.

I am so in love with my beautiful children.

So in love with my family and the friends that fill my soul with everything it needs.

I’m in love with the gentle possibilities of tomorrow and the ‘don’t you dare mess with this girl,’ of today.

And, generally, I am in love with this messy, ugly, frightening, wonderful world in which we live.

No matter what anyone says: this world and this life is good.

Tomorrow I meet another weekend.

It will see me catch up with a beautiful friend for a walk among the trees, and it will probably see a gluten-laden lunch (that will make my body ache until monday) thrown in there also.

I’m so sleepy, you guys.

My eyes are droopy and my jaw is loose.

And soon…my everything else will enter the land of the nod so that I might become a brand new person for the tomorrow that lay ahead of me.

Goodnight, my dear bloggy friends.

Thank you so much for reading my words and for letting me be me.

All the love hearts,

Brooke xx

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A Blog a Day in May

Darling May

Darling May.

How I have adored you.

How you will linger

always

like the scent of cherry-chocolate

and minty tea

on me.

Delicious May.

How you have moved me.

Opened my bright,

and soothed my aching

day.

Oh, May.

Ever my darling,

May.

*

To my dearest blog friends,

I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed spending these days of May with you all, spilling my heart out, my joy, my sadness— my everything. Thank you for reading my words. Thank you for absorbing my hidden extras. Thank you for your friendship, your compassion, your insight.

Thank you for your inspiration.

It’s been fun. 🙂

Lots of love, Brooke.

Ps. See you tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And probably the next. Because how could I leave you now? Let’s see how this blog post a day works out for a bit longer shall we? xx

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Life

The Year of Us

When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the happy moving within me, making my outer edges soft, making my inner edges kind.

It’s what I want my words and my life to be.

Soft.

Kind.

And absolutely overflowing with fluffy and mushy and sweet.

That’s why I adore this very bloggy world we share.

It fills my life with chances. Chances to share what it is to be human. Chances to share joy, chances to share pain, chances to share as little or as much as I want, on any given day, about any given thing.

Gosh I’m grateful to have shared so many chances with you.

You might be wondering where all this gooey stuff has come from, and that’s okay, because I’m ready to tell you. It’s come from freedom, the freedom I’ve allowed myself within the walls of this life-filled place.

This heart of mine doesn’t need to do quiet, in this place.

It doesn’t need to do scared of being different, scared of being judged.

It just needs to do me in all of my mushy, fluffy everything.

Anyway.

It’s been one whole year of words from me—

a whole year of this little blog of everything.

And I can’t thank you enough for joining me on the ride.

xx Brooke

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Couch Chat

On the seventh day of Christmas

the sun came

and then it went.

In between the coming and going of the sun

lots of love happened.

Lots of smiles.

A couple of sad thoughts.

Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes. (Don’t ya love those days?)

So…yeah.

Life happened and it was really pretty great.

The thing is—

I’m so super snoozy. (Sleepy sigh smile.)

So super snoozy I can’t think of anything overly brilliant to write.

Tomorrow will be better.

Tomorrow I’ll write something AMAZING. (She says, grinning at the cheek she hopes she’ll be forgiven for)

Night night, gang.

You guys are awesome.

Thanks for popping by for a bit of a couch chat.

xx Brooke (Couch chat legend from way back.)

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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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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 20. Moon River: Behind the Scenes

Yesterday, I was a little bit naughty.

I had a blog post to write—and a darling one, at that.

But.

Instead of sitting at the computer, crafting a darling world of words, I leaned over the piano and melted into the melody of other people’s lives for a while. Song after song I devoured until I was there: in that wondrous place that appears when music happens to the world all around me.

I didn’t have a darling thing to write about. I wasn’t feeling the feels, hearing the voice that shouts all the good things into my ear in order for me to spill them into the darling lives of all of you.

I was lost.

Maybe that’s why I turned to the piano and not the computer.

You’d think it was a mistake, wouldn’t you, picking the piano? That I should have at least been trying to write a blog post, pinching at all the threads of darling in my mind, hoping to find the one.

Well. It was no mistake.

Quite the opposite, actually. It was a gift.

Because it was at the piano that I rediscovered the whimsical wonder of Moon River, the subject of yesterday’s darling blog. The glow of the moonlight, the calming drift of the river as she wound her gentle way into my soul. That song. Darling never sounded so sweet, did it?

So, there we were, me and my Huckleberry friend, drifting away—the two of us lost in a dream, tumbling toward the glittery wonder of the rainbow’s end. And all the while, the real world sat quietly and waited for us to return.

What a shame I had to come back from that beautiful place.

Then again, what a blessing.

I mean.

I had to tell you guys all about it, didn’t I? Because this blog is, after all, how my most darling days are made.

Don’t even get me started about the darling friends I’ve met along the way.

 

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The darling blog of May

The Darling Blog Of May

One day to Go!

There’s one day to go

’til this blog post a day-ness.

This darling of May; yes!

A darling a day; bless.

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Don’t ask me to tell

’cause it’s all a surprise; oh!

What will darling be? No!

Stop trying to guess, yo!

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It could be a post

’bout a cake or a pie; why?

I don’t really know; sigh.

Just trust me! (Please, don’t cry.)

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A darling of whim

’twill most probably be; see?

For how many days; three?

No! Thirty-one; yippee!

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See you tomorrow for darling day one!

I can’t wait. xx Brooke

 

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Life

The Little Blog Of Everything

This is an everything blog.

A little bit of sugar, a little bit of spice.

And, right now—like Forest and his many park-bench dwellers—you (the reader) and me (the writer) just never know what we’re going to get from this place, do we?

But Brooke, I hear you say. You are the writer. Hold the wheel. Steer.

Just take us to a place we know, a place we love.

A place we choose.

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You may have already met the many versions of writerly me—especially if you’ve followed along on my Sunny Mummy journey—and if so, you may be wondering which me will be the captain of this particular ship, at any given blog post.

Will it be the very serious me; the scholar and the thinker, the champion of all things books and arts and creativity?

Will it be the dreamer, the romantic, the philosopher? The Mum?

Or will it be me of the adorably nuts kind; me who wishes the world was made of chocolate, and cherry-red wine, me who thinks she’s way funnier than she actually is. (And yes. The latter is the captain of this particular blog post. Sorry about that.)

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So!

What will the next post be? A photo blog: short, sweet and poignant? Or will it be wordy and slow, important and true?

And deep?

This is my confession.

I don’t know.

All I can say about this little land of words is that it is, and always will be, a place for anyone who finds it, a place for anyone who needs it. A place that changes and moves, because life changes.

Life moves.

And that’s what I want for this space.

Life.

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With this confession lies an apology of the sincerest kind. Sometimes you will be lost here, wishing for direction, wishing for routine wrapped in a neatly labeled box.

This place will give you all of the things, sometimes. And none of them sometimes, too. What exactly it will give you, I can’t be sure.

BUT.

What I can be sure of is this.

My heart lives in this place.

And where my heart lives, I live.

All of me.

And hopefully…

All of you, too.

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