Mindfulness

  • Changes

    My body and my psyche are currently on spin cycle. I’ve been knocked around by the latest viral delight to have nested in my bones. I’ve appreciated the rest, that is for certain. I’m so grateful to be sharing this… Continue reading

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.

    I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading

  • The Power of Human Connection in Yoga

    I’ve been doing yoga for a few years, but this year I’ve been going to regular classes. My relationship with yoga is changing. I’ve started doing pilates, and that seems to have built the muscles I’ve needed to really enjoy… Continue reading

  • Embracing Gratitude: Finding the Beauty in Chaos.

    I get to lie with my little girl, again. She’ll flail her four-year-old legs, again, she’ll tell me she’s not tired. Many, many times. But I get to do this. I get to feel her tiny thumb slide up and… 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

  • Being

    My being in life feels slower. Gentler, and yet I’m sure this too shall pass, as all of life does. I just read an old blog post, from 2019. The words were mine, written with my hands, dictated by my… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. 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

  • Choosing Peace

    It is a beautiful fall of rain, and I am soothed. There is aching in the world. Noises I cannot escape from. Truths being loudly and violently declared. And yet here I am, a witness to it all. Choosing peace… Continue reading