Brooke Cutler Arts

Where heart meets creation.

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Latest Posts

  • Always

    Where do you go when you are locked away inside yourself? Don’t you know that you are lovely? Don’t you know your beautiful smile was made to light up your day, and mine? Never forget, sweet friend: the sun rose… Continue reading

  • The Kaleidoscope

    I shall name humanity ‘the kaleidoscope’. Each of us a colour. All of us the shimmering view. Yet, still, despite the glorious, glimmering shine of individuality, we insist others dress the colour ‘me’. What for? What will come of the… Continue reading

  • Sneak Peak- Humanity

    Hello my sweet bloggy friends.❤️ Given I share so much of my creative journey with you, I thought it would be so super special to share with you my latest song writing project.☺️ (Yes- that’s my 17 year old piano.… Continue reading

  • The Absolute Truth

    Sometimes the only words necessary are: chocolate is good. Continue reading

  • What Matters Most

    I’ve been loving the chance to melt into human stories again. And music. My goodness, how it feels to connect to that deeper place within and melt into the sweet symphony of another. These past few months have seen me… Continue reading

  • Glorious Sun

    Never become separate from the raging, hungry depths of you. Sweet you. Sweet, glorious sun. Shine for a thousand tomorrows. Shine for a thousand blazing days of you. Continue reading

  • Tomorrow’s Sweet Sun

    How sweet it is, dear life. To choose better, without handing a cup of pain to another. To know my worth and to ask equal to its value without hesitation: a true gift from the whirling, twirling invisible world of… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Snooze

    I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give… Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun dribbled out the corner of his frown, watching drearily as a group of star children skipped along a cloud. ‘When was the last time you laughed?’ ‘Umm…Oh, I can’t remember, Moon. Too long ago.’ ‘Sun?’ ‘Oh,… Continue reading

  • Lavender

    They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender. How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe. How sweet it was, just to be. Side by side. Alive.   Continue reading

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