Life

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • A Dog’s Life

    A neighbour from across the way walked by as I stood in the driveway with the leaf blower. ‘Hi, Brooke,’ he said with a gentle smile. He was out for a walk with the family dog, a beautiful old Labrador,… Continue reading

  • Broken Hearts

    ‘Why do we do such terrible things to each other?’ said the softly spoken man at the library, who somehow knew I’d be the one person in the room who would listen. ‘I don’t know,’ I said, looking directly into… Continue reading

  • Being

    My being in life feels slower. Gentler, and yet I’m sure this too shall pass, as all of life does. I just read an old blog post, from 2019. The words were mine, written with my hands, dictated by my… Continue reading

  • A Place To Stay

    I close my eyes and ask to be held in this place. There must be love. There must be only love or I am broken. Why was I born this way? Able to feel every ounce of life, unable to… Continue reading

  • Tender

    It’s late, and I need to sleep. My heart has been tender, of late. So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.) Sleep… Continue reading

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading

  • One With It All

    I am tired, my body understands this as truth. And yet there is so much my heart wants to say. I am desperate to speak. Longing for home. I will try to come again, soon. So my words might fall… Continue reading

  • Choosing Peace

    It is a beautiful fall of rain, and I am soothed. There is aching in the world. Noises I cannot escape from. Truths being loudly and violently declared. And yet here I am, a witness to it all. Choosing peace… Continue reading

  • I choose

    Just one step deeper. One step further into the stars, and I am there. It is rare that I allow myself to come home, knowing the depths and where they can take me. Knowing that real life can never be… Continue reading