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  • Healing from Relational Trauma

    I was lying in a pool of sweat when it happened. Flat on my back, at the end of a Hot Yoga session that had just showed my muscles they could do hard things. As I lay still, eyes closed,… Continue reading

  • The Beauty of Motherhood: Our New White Rose

    She is four-years-old, and knows only sunshine. Even when it rains, the sun soon returns for her, and I breathe her in. Like a drug delivering a pure dose of light to every vein. A few moments ago, her sunshine… Continue reading

  • 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

  • The Journey to Self: Discovering What Home Means

    I tried to say goodbye. To start something new, in a place just a little different to here. I tried on new words, I tried to place myself in a box, neat and tidy with a bow. But each time… 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

  • 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