brookecutler2

  • Ballerina

    I was a ballerina in a past life. Of course, I can’t be certain. But as I look in the mirror, lift my arms, tilt my neck— I know this place, this grace. And sometimes I wonder why. Continue reading

  • Rainy Days

    Rainy days, come find me sweet. Spill your goodness into the arms of the day, until the sun shines on the fields once more. Continue reading

  • A Sweet Dream

    I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman. I am not contained in stories of suffering. I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making. A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black… Continue reading

  • The Day The Sun Died

    The ocean was alive the day the sun died. Nobody saw its white beauty. Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin. Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died. Pain instead of joy, broken… Continue reading

  • Friday Night Music Night

    Hello my lovely bloggy friends! This is just a quick pop in to let you guys know I’m starting a new ‘thing’ on Instagram/IGTV, running along the same lines as the book chats I was doing a few weeks ago,… Continue reading

  • Meant To Be

    The great news is this. If I am here, there is nowhere else I’m meant to be. Continue reading

  • Garden Of Memories

    This bliss springs from gratefulness. The sweet garden of memories we planted within my heart. Continue reading

  • Little Sun

    Never forget, little Sun. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • I Will Not Fight

    I will not fight. I will spend the rest of my life creating beautiful things. And I will search for the beautiful things of others until I shine. Lit up by beautiful things. I will not fight. Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading