Compassion

  • Soft

    It’s funny. To think of the damage caused by cultural norms and stereotypes. Of course, there are the absolutely beautiful cultural narratives out there. Those that cherish and honour human life by holding it, by respecting it so beautifully that… Continue reading

  • Hope and Peace

    What do I see when I see two sides at war? I see the middle of it all. I see the hurt of both parties, and though I tend to take the side of whoever seems to have the most… Continue reading

  • If I Must

    This train. It is a train that fights abuse by abusing abusers, and I do not understand it, my heart. It does not understand. They tell me I must fight, I must fight, I must fight. But I will not… Continue reading

  • Bullies and Paradox

    Fragile would be an excellent word to describe me in the face of the western world’s bullying culture. I’ve been hearing the same internal whisper over and over for the past few weeks: fortify, Brooke, fortify, says the quiet voice,… Continue reading

  • Devastated

    I’m devastated, I really can’t paint it any other way. Melbourne, my home town, has gone into stage four COVID restrictions (the highest level: full lockdown, but for essential food/medical needs), which is very much necessary given the rising case… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 31: Kindness

    Most would consider it an embarrassment, I suppose, the darling life lesson that found me at the supermarket yesterday. But to me, it was a beautifully mysterious lesson, one I will never forget. We’ve all had that moment, I’d imagine.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 30. War

    Dear sweet love, give me a word. Whisper me back when I drift into the clouds above the sorrow. For the days are long, and the world is at war without seeing or knowing it. But I see. I know.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 7. Empathy

    There is not a single person. In this whole wide world. Who will not respond favourably. To empathy. To ‘I know what you think you’ve done. But that story is not you.’ There is not a single person. Who will… Continue reading

  • One More Chance

    Give me one more chance to find compassion. Give me one more chance to look into the eyes of the bullies, to have them see that they are loved. By someone. Even just one person might do. Because that one… Continue reading

  • Compassion

    My eyes see differently. I’m going into this deep (possibly triggering and controversial) space, because last night I read an article about narcissistic disorder and how completely awful and horrible and unacceptable narcissists are. As I wound up the article… Continue reading