Life
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For The Birds
The birds are home and so am I. I could say they are noisy, but they are not really noisy. They are only noisy if I think of them in relation to my world. On their own, they are just… Continue reading
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Charlotte’s Web. and why I am me because of it.
Perception is a vastly misunderstood word, I think, because, for the most part, we use it in very one dimensional terms. It looks like that man over there is grumpy. It sounds like he is, too, given he’s just yelled… Continue reading
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Stop. Imagine.
Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading
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A Silence
I am tidying the mess my three children have made. Motherhood has broken me, today. It has hurt me, it has hurt them, and all because I have failed to be perfect. And so have they. But as I am… Continue reading
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The Soft Things
The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading
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Stolen
The internet has stolen my words. They were here, tied with a little bow, tagged: ‘Brooke’s heart’; now they’re gone, the internet stole them. Snuffed them out, like a candle, with ease. The internet has been down all day, so… Continue reading
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Love and Pizza
I firmly assure you. Love is all there is. Stop mucking around and get on with it, world. The pizza tastes better, there. Continue reading
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Small Ball
Here I am again with nothing to say. How often have I done this, since the birth of my blog? How often have I just been here because being anywhere else hasn’t seemed like an option? Many a time. I… Continue reading
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Empty
I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading
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