Brooke Cutler Arts

Where heart meets creation.

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Latest Posts

  • The Eyes Of Others

    She is the golden skin by lamplight. She is not the beauty they see in her face, her eyes, her hair. She is glorious alone. Without the eyes of others. Continue reading

  • Serendipity

    I’ve always been aware of the mysterious force just underneath the surface of life. I’ve never called it God. Sometimes called it fate. But, either way, always its been there, every so often offering up a situation or life lesson… Continue reading

  • I’m Here

    I’m here, at the moment. I’m not lost in some dream. I’m not missing the things or people I don’t have. I’m just here. I’m tired, feeling the heaviness of my eyes. I’m growing new life, feeling baby stretch within… Continue reading

  • Forever Home

    Sorrow is quiet and soft. How strange, that during the saddest times, the quiet is the loudest voice of all. Tonight, I send my voice into the stillness. To honour the love and the sorrow that lingers when we lose… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading

  • To Live

    The wind will call and you will know. And it won’t tell you why, and it won’t tell you what but you will follow blindly, hopefully, until the sun peaks ’round the bend and the horizon dazzles in ways far… Continue reading

  • Fertility: A Mother’s Story

    My fertility story is really quite extraordinary, when I think of all the ups and downs I’ve faced on the road from then to now. It’s time for me to share the whole story. To those of you who are… Continue reading

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… Continue reading

  • Life, Ever Fragile

    The fragility of life can be truly shocking. There’s a beautiful line from a Sarah Barellies song called, ‘She used to be mine’. It goes like this: Sometimes life just slips in through the back door, and carves out a… Continue reading

  • Rainbow

    In my softness I hold this gift, for you. A small slice of home, and a tiny sun to shine only on you, sweet friend. This rain will pass, it will pass on through the air. And in your eyes… Continue reading

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