Sadness

  • Everything Will Be Okay

      Everything will be okay.     Everything will be okay.     Everything will be okay.   Photo 1 credit: Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com   Photo 2 credit: Photo by Troy Guo on Pexels.com   Photo 3 credit:… Continue reading

  • Aching Memories

    Catch your aching memories and hang them in a tree. There they shall be beautiful, for all the world to see. Continue reading

  • Emerging From The Black Hole

    It appears that I’m back from the black hole of everybody get the hell away from me, I’m having an actual meltdown. Thank goodness for that, too, because it kind of sucked being in mega cranky land for all those… Continue reading

  • The B Tree and The Shooting Star

    Have I told you about the B tree? The time my intuition asked me to take a seat among a forest full of trees, and there, etched into the tree I’d sat beside was the letter ‘B’? B for Brooke.… Continue reading

  • Conversations With A Soul

    My soul spoke to me today. It told me a story about the heartaches I choose to hide from. Hiding is much easier than seeking, wouldn’t you say, on account of all the wrong turns made on the way to… Continue reading

  • The Sad of Life

    There’s a sad drooping in the air today. A deep sad, thick among the fog of all things left unsaid. It floats in the river and I catch it in my cup, most unwillingly— oddly enthusiastically. Tomorrow, I will place… 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

  • Rainy Days

    The Sun once told me not to run from the rain. It told me to seek it. To cherish it. To never forget that, without the rain, beauty misses out on its chance to grow. Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.… Continue reading

  • A Perfect New Day

    I’ve fallen into a bramble of life’s loose ends. A body, a mind, a heart— weary, and in a tumble of the most beautiful ugly day. Come find me when my words are a song, once again. Come meet me at the rise… Continue reading

  • The Bright Side

    I’m a bright side girl, most days. It’s the essence of me, I suppose; joy, love and all the sunny days, enough of all three to make a bright side girl thrive. The thing is— I’m not thriving. These days,… Continue reading