Love

  • 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

  • Merry Christmas

    To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading

  • Rose

    We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were. I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose,… Continue reading

  • Life, However It Looks

    Life, however it looks, is the question. Love is always the answer. Continue reading

  • Stay Home

    The soft hum of an opening heart. Barely a whisper. Barely a moment of life unfiltered, but enough. Closed eyes, whisper. Come home. Stay home. 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

  • 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

  • Rolling

    It is how I am today. This darling tumble weed, rolling slowly down the precious hill they call life. I no longer search for a deeper wind, to roll faster or better… than what? I simply roll, and sigh, and… Continue reading

  • Coming back

    I must come back. Back home, once again to the depths. To find a home in the world and beneath it, in the deep, where I belong, and do not belong. I must find home in both the deep and… Continue reading