My soul sister Brooke Miller is a beautiful artist, musician and writer. She explores the world through the love lens of creativity. Here are some of her poems and perspectives.
I hope this inspires you to ponder your own whimsical thoughts and love every last detail about yourself.
Peace, Love & Tye Die ~ Jenine
I refined it 💫 💛🥹💫
I really wanted to share this- I feel like if no one reads anything else I’ve said- this one- this one is it 🥹
I hope you’re having a really lovely day 💛💫
My Audhd Story (AuDHD is weird blend of ADHD and Autism- and they’re like kind of polar opposites… LOL)😆 what a funny joke
It’s been quite the journey for me
And it’s ok- you don’t have to agree
In truth- it’s really just for me
That I understand -
Finally
The true depth of my own cake pan
And find all these weird knots
In all kinds of strange spots
Let me try to explain:
For one,
This odd mirror I’ve
Been
Reflecting back you to you
A sense of self stretched way too thin
Stretched
Pulled
Butter over too much bread,
As the hobbit once said
A cute 80s green Gumby mess
In a pretty pink dress
At least it’s cute
I like that part
In truth I didn’t mind reflecting back your own heart
I mean
I felt somewhat grounded..
I felt somewhat THERE
As opposed to floating away in the air
While frantically stimming
Twirling my curly dark hair..
Like a balloon that’s been clipped
And severed from earth
A balloon that can’t get a handle on its own worth
Or find its way
Out of a brown paper bag
Back to the ground
While you’re looking on…
With a disappointed frown
Sigh
I feel that same disappointment inexplicably deep
To my credit at least
I kept rainbow sprinkles in my purse
Plenty and eager to pepper thier mirth
Adding to this, adding to that
Poof!
Adding to everything’s whimsy and worth🤩
I’d still twirl my twirls
Whether anyone would understand (including myself)
I think maybe I did find a way to hold my own hand..
At least some of the time
But you see - the truth is
Not connecting with me-
It wasn’t your crime
Really, you see…
I was reflecting you to you
And not me to me
But I think I don’t blame myself either, I mean, how could I see?
How was I to know? Until I know.. you know?
With so much coming in all at once-
All the dang time
So so fast
So fast i was stopped, feeling lost
Like brother cable would say “lost in the sauce”
Contemplating my navel
And the sparkly winter frost
You know each snowflake - they’re different-
And stunningly rare…
But this internal speed made the outside glitch and glare,
Glitch-
Glitch/
Twitch-
I wasn’t aware
How was I to know?
That this wasn’t “normal”
Constantly putting on a show.
Feeling all that you are
Yes that’s you- not me
Asking myself, “what’s a boundary?”
At almost 43
In order to understand I had to think of the sea- so vast and so lovely,
yet a defined place to be-
Oh-
Really?
I guess that’s supposed to be
Like you in relation to me?
I think now I see…
I think now I see
That I’m supposed to just be..
Me?
You mean to tell me I don’t have to contort??
All this practice I’ve put in- you know I’m dang good at this sport!
You mean to say that connection I crave
That I frantically seek
Is an … illusion
What?
It’s actually so weak
So
Weak
That I was fading
Fading quick- far and away
I scrambled, i fretted
In my bullet journal so I’d stay
Stay!
I want to stay
50 first dates
I’d say was how it felt
But that deep sense of panic
Caused my soul to …melt
Melt, well
No-
Rather, I think it was a thick icy stab
Right here above my heart
See- here by my hand and
It Tears me apart-
Leaving this cold empy thing
Where peace is supposed to rest
Now im just telling you this-
It’s really a special sort of test-
You don’t have to agree-
And I mean that sincere
Because finally
Finally
For me
For me it’s all crystal clear
There’s this peace in understanding
That my struggle is real
There’s a comfort in knowing
It’s ALL REAL what I feel
Because I feel it
You see?
that’s the big piece I missed,
That’s proof in itself?!
And the proof in the pudding-
Isn’t that something?!
Isn’t that chefs kiss?
So now, lol
Making a long story short 🤣
I still do reflections
But of a different sort:
I reflect back the things that make me alive
I reflect back the things that create in me drive
I’ve given myself PERMISSION
For intuition to lead
To listen to my body
And provide what it needs
I’ve cultivated the art of living by spark
Fueled up by the fact I do what I want 😆
Responsibly, mind you, for this is my thought:
I want to.
That’s what Jesus said- what he taught
A model provided
With free will that was bought
Now this I do treasure
Its so special for sure
A gift from Jehovah
And sort of …my cure…
Cause now I live with INTENTION
With love as my net🥹
Now I reflect me
I give
And I get
NOW I REFLECT ME
I give
I give
AND
I get 🥹
So.
Much.
(Jehovahs magical math)😉
No longer must I reflect you back to you
Crafting counterfeit connections
With finish lines in view
Instead, now I ask
What’s alive in me NOW?
Look at that sunshine!
And petite Monets Meow🥹
That sweet little artist-
She knows how it’s done!
Stretching her toe beans
Soaking the sun
Instead now I ask how I’ve gotten sooo much
So much sparkly fullness
The permission to touch
The pillowy clovers at my every whim
The sparkle in Jonah’s blue eyes whenever he grins ..
And throws back his head in meniacle
Laugh
When he’s slap happy at bed time
With dreams in his path,
As we giggle together at Sarah and Duck
When that white wicker chair gave her hair a good pluck
And we have our own sit and think
in our own orange chair
And we thank Jehovah for it all
Everything here, everything there…
Thank you Jehovah for numbering my hairs-
I named them micro prayers
(I like to give things new words 🤭)
Thousands of tiny thank you Jehovahs,
Each one I know you’ve heard 🥰
I notice the things you you created with your son
Wonderful things- all second to none
And
Even
Myself
That I’m designed to be - one
One person, whole
Even from the start
Yes, one complete person
with all of my parts-
My sadness, my fears
(Now those are some powerful new starts)
My dreams and my tears-
Through all of my years…
you’ve kept them safe all along
🥹
No longer stretched out-
Now I have this new song
A Beautiful new song
New again every day
Grounded in my body
Not floating away
No longer a stranger in this pretty land
No longer calculating all the possibilities in the sand
Just to keep myself
“safe”
Only the things I’ve thus known,
Keep my head low-
Don’t let out a moan,
Don’t make any waves!
Yes, the show must go on…
Don’t shine my sweet sparkle or sing a new song
Because that’s awfully weird,
A bit untethered you see
Better to stick with the things that are known
Don’t bother with any new possibilities shown-
Unless…
maybe Jehovah created me for a time such as this…?
To show my dear sisters:
there’s something we’ve missed…
To flip all the tables
To change all the scripts
To scream out with FIERCENESS from our very lips
And the deepest depth
of our beating heart-
A NEW melody that JEHOVAH did start
by the way
In my research this week
I came across this point:
Of all of his gifts- and they’re all lovely points,
The woman- she was in this one way unique
Like nothing before
This time it was different
What he had in store
For her
The gift WAS-
Her
Nothing less.
Nothing more.
And nothing to
prove
Right from her start
She was Greeted with song🎶
From an overflowing heart😍
No mountains to move
Or new flips to learn
Tumbles to practice
Or micro expressions to discern
…
Wow
…
You know
Each one of us is different-
And stunningly rare
Perfectly designed
With so much
love
So much
care
And
We’re never alone
Even in THIS strange land
Oh- also remember
To Put your feet in the sand;
I saw this documentary on prime that explained
Our toes are supposed to perch
over here, over there
Everywhere on this earth-
On the moss, in the sand,
It’s exceedingly grand!
In the mud, on the clay, on the mountains, the hay,
in the rivers, the plains, on Hawaiis green sand
Even Australias pink lake-
Now that one’s a bit
weird
Odd.. … …
That used to be a word I once
feared..
…
Well now I’ve rambled too long
(A babbling Brooke 🤭)
No pun intended, jk, it was an opportunity that I took
I took with INTENTION
Accepted with CARE
And then Thanked my God Jehovah for my life that’s so rare🤩
And for patiently showing
how my AuDHD
has done quite an interesting number
On the used-to be- me
I’m sharing this with you my friend,
Because
Just in case you relate
If you reject yourself daily
If you curse at your fate
As you glare in the mirror
Seeing only pimples and scars-
Wrinkles or fat rolls
Maybe one boob up in mars 😆
Girl-
That’s not your whole story
Remember,
YOU WERE DRAWN FROM THE STARS
And I’m here to tell you-
My special new friend
That YOU get to decide this is your BEGINNING …
And not
your end.
-BM
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