Journey

  • Stillness

    I’ve been deep in presence, today. It’s the loveliest feeling of stillness. The beautiful light that sits quietly in my body, a light I don’t always have the privilege of feeling, simply because I am human. Being ’embodied’ I think… Continue reading

  • Let It Become

    It is a softness that wanders the fields with me. Everywhere I go, it is there, sending me off on my uncertain way. Sometimes, I feel like a small bird, left to battle the raging storms of life. I do… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Withering

    A rose. Think of it. How like a rose we are. Beginning as seed, gently, a bud. How we open, slowly, never seeing our petals born; never guessing when, at last, the last will fall. And when we wither, wrinkle… Continue reading

  • Hermit

    I always thought I’d become a hermit. I saw myself in the bush somewhere, surrounded by breaking sticks and bark for miles and I was home there. No one to argue with. No one to feel too much of. I’m… Continue reading

  • Together

    I have known a life and more. I have tasted shame, I have found my way on the dark and dreary road. I am you, and you are me. Together, we are human. Together we are home. Continue reading

  • I Am There

    Here on this hillside, this sweet patch of earth, I have become. And there is no further to go, there are no wings to grow, I am there. I am there. Continue reading

  • Bloom

    No rose (not a single one) ever bloomed in an instant. Listen to the silence of the journey. Let the rose bloom as she will. Continue reading

  • Awake

    Sweet bloggy friends. ☺️ How are you all? Well, I hope, and if not: that’s okay, too, because even rain is beautiful when you look at it a certain way. I’m so sleepy but I wanted to say hello. I’ve… Continue reading

  • The Wish

    It would be okay, I believe, If you were to make a wish and put it in your pocket. It would be okay, especially so, if the wish was sweet. For a wish made carefully is often much sweeter if… Continue reading