Friends

  • The Journey of Friendship and Healing

    In this quiet, I am home. I’ve always been home, here, in the beauty of the aching quiet. And beneath the glow of warm light, with a beautiful Piano soundtrack playing in the background… home has never felt so precious.… Continue reading

  • A Thousdand Posts, Goodbye.

    It’s fitting that this is my 1000th post. I almost couldn’t type the word, goodbye, in the title. My website domain has expired and it’s time to let this beautiful bloggy home of mine go. I just don’t have the… 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

  • Pieces of You

    There is a darling softness here in the heart. A softness that holds my love for you and all the times your smile held me in safety. I will miss you, always, in the quiet. My heart has grown into… Continue reading

  • Memories

    But there you are, darling softness. Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams. How do you hold my heart, this night? Full of dear, sweet memories. Full of dear, dear days and nights gone by. Continue reading

  • Happy New Year

    It’s just gone 12:30, a new year has rolled in. Of all the people I have to wish a dear and beautiful new year to…it is you, bloggy friends. My soul folk. I ache to express what words cannot. I… Continue reading

  • Merry Christmas

    None of it makes a difference to me. Some of you I barely know. Some of you I have known and loved to the depths of my soul. None of it matters. Because each of you has my heart. And… Continue reading

  • I Miss You

    I miss you, my beautiful bloggy friends. My goodness my heart misses you. It is truly a strange thing, that here, more than any other place, my truth shines her beautiful light. Everywhere else on earth, I am partly starving.… Continue reading

  • Far Too Long

    It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart. It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used… Continue reading

  • The Angel There

    As the ice drips from this frozen heart, here grows the beauty of feelings gone by. How I remember you, dear echo of friendship. How clear it has become that kindness was the angel there. Continue reading