Brooke Cutler Arts

Where heart meets creation.

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  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • The Birds

    The birds are highly sensitive this morning, and so am I. Often we sing at the same time, me and the birds— it’s so completely wondrous to observe. We’re the same, humans and nature, it’s just that humans are quite often… Continue reading

  • Fly

    Beautiful, soft heart of mine. I will play your every beat into the world proudly, openly, completely. Let them stomp together through the mud of their island. We, dear heart, dear sweet, dear love. We shall fly to the moon. Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • In The Silence

    Here I sit in this patch of sun, beneath this naked tree, only me. I ask my heart to hush so that I might hear the birds. But just as soon as my heart goes quiet… so do the birds.… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    Lay down beside me. Run your fingers over mine in the sand. Knot the long grass. Kiss my warm cheek. And when the sun sleeps so will we. Until the ocean wakes us. Continue reading

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • Treasure

    I drift into life unknown, touching each day with the tips of my fingers and finding the treasure inside the treasure I’ve already found. Continue reading

  • Black Cats and Dress Ups

    I’ve just been to my little boy’s kinder disco, dressed as a cat. A black one, with some white bits included (because black and white cats are just a little bit less evil than pure black cats, wouldn’t you say?)… Continue reading

  • The Puzzle

    I believe the world is a puzzle, and we are the pieces. All of us. The trees. The rivers. You. Me. These guys. (Awwwww. xxx)   But no, I mean really. That’s what I believe. We’re a puzzle. And though… Continue reading

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