A New Chapter and What Comes Next

I’ve written once a day for a month.

It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again.

It feels different. Good different, but different all the same.

It has me reflecting on all the versions of me I’ve shared in this place. The poet. The quirky. The reflective. All of it is me, and none of it is really me, at all. A sunny day is always a sunny day, but no sunny day is ever the same. No shadow cast is the same.

That’s like humans, I think. We’re never a fixed position, as much as we like to think so.

People fall in love with their identities. I spoke to a lady today who told me she was fiery because she was South African. A cultural identity, which is nice. Nice to share a position with a group of people to feel a sense of belonging.

The thing is: I wonder who she would be if she’d never learned the story: ‘South African’s are fiery.’

I wonder who we’d all be, if we’d never been taught a thing?

Before I end this post, I wanted to thank the familiar faces who’ve popped in this month. I won’t lie. There were times I thought maybe no one would read. Maybe these words of mine would be left in the air, with no one to catch them.

I’m so grateful for those of you who have gifted my words your time.

I’ll be off now. I might have a few days off, or I might be back again tomorrow. We all know I’m like a wind who flows as she does, and it brings me peace to leave my creative flow open to choose it’s own timing and path.

Thank you all so much for your understanding.

Sending lots of love, sweet bloggy family.

xx Brooke