Walking

  • 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

  • The Walk

    The walk was all the lovely things. I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me. Well. Here we are. Each of us in the bush. Side by side, a million miles between us. Happy weekend, friends. All the… Continue reading

  • The Day Ahead

    I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change… Continue reading

  • The B Tree and The Shooting Star

    Have I told you about the B tree? The time my intuition asked me to take a seat among a forest full of trees, and there, etched into the tree I’d sat beside was the letter ‘B’? B for Brooke.… Continue reading

  • Let’s Do This

    I thought I’d be pooped by now; fifteen k’s into a thirty k walk. But though my feet are sore, and blisters are starting to gift my toes little pops of ‘ouch’ every now and then… All I’m thinking is:… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading