Poetry

The Brightest Angel

The brightest Angel

slides on her spectacles,

and smiles.

It’s the painting

of us

that she loves the most.

She soaks the brush tip once more:

crystal blue and white,

and she paints

until her miracle

is perfect.

A Blog a Day in May

Rainy Days

The Sun once told me not to run from the rain.

It told me to seek it.

To cherish it.

To never forget that, without the rain,

beauty misses out on its chance to grow.

Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.

And I sit.

And I wait.

I wait until I am certain

that happily ever after

has begun again.

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A Perfect New Day

I’ve fallen into a bramble of life’s loose ends.

A body, a mind, a heart—

weary,

and in a tumble

of the most beautiful ugly day.

Come find me

when my words are a song,

once again.

Come meet me at the rise

of a perfect

new

day.

(Hello, you lot. 🙂 I just wanted to take a moment to break the fourth wall and say: I’ve so adored meeting you all here, every day in May. You are one of my happiest reasons. Thanks for being such a lovely part of this perfect new day. xx Brooke)

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The Bright Side

I’m a bright side girl, most days.

It’s the essence of me, I suppose; joy, love and all the sunny days, enough of all three to make a bright side girl thrive.

The thing is—

I’m not thriving. These days, for me, being the highly sensitive muffin that I am can come at a cost, a chemically imbalanced sort of cost.

In other words: sometimes, I get a bit sad.

As much as I love to sprinkle joyous stardust over this little bloggy land of mine, I’ll always be authentic in this place. I’ll never pretend to be happy when I’m not. And at the moment, I’ve got to admit: I am having a little trouble finding my sunshine.

But don’t worry. I’ll find it again. That’s just what I do.

Hopefully, I’ll bring it here tomorrow. But today, I’ve been quite the soft girl. Today I’ve been inside my walls and noticed the rain on the windows, more than anything else.

I will still try to make it through the month, posting every day, as promised, although I really do need to preface that with some reality— I may need to take a few days off here and there, so please forgive me, If I do.

Of course, I wouldn’t be me If I didn’t add some sort of a joyous twist to this little funk party I’ve got going on here, so I’ll tell you a lovely story. Just a short one.

Yesterday, while dropping my little boy at kinder, one of the beautiful Mum’s— a lovely friend who I very quickly found a connection with-— stopped me, with a lovely smile, and said hi. When she asked, I had to admit: actually, I’d been a little sad, and actually, I was feeling a little worried about it.

Well.

When I walked away from her beautiful hug, the world seemed just so peaceful again.

And later in the evening, when I noticed a beautifully wrapped hamper on my doorstep, filled with all sorts of goodies, and a beautiful card to cheer me up— I mean, it was the sweetest thing.

It’s the sort of magic that’s hidden in our humanity, isn’t it— the tender loving care of a friend in need. What a beautiful soul she is, to have been touched by my story and gone out of her way to reach out with loving arms. It’s quite clear to me that some people are here to show the rest of the world how to be: and she is one of them, absolutely.

Okay, my lovely friends. I’ll be off then. Time to give me some love, and my hubby and kids some great big ‘get happy’ cuddles.

And I’ll probably eat some chocolate, too. I’m not sure if chocolate’s the best thing for a girl whose body is ever so slightly chemically challenged…

But bugger it. I’m gonna do it anyway. 🙂

And I’m going to read!

Much love. xx Brooke

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