Journey

  • Bearing the Fruits of Life

    I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading

  • 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