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My dear darling brethren,

Photo credit J.Scott Bovitz

From the calm heart gifted to me this morning, I send you today the feeling of being held, quieted, loved.

If I do nothing else in this life, it will be my mission to show you the depths of your precious selves.

It isn't selfless, of course. There is never sacrifice in wholeness. Anything else is old school. It is all for me, and for you, always, all ways. Let yourself open to this and see if for what it is: in showing you your preciousness, I find mine again and again.

I send you well-being. I send you the littlest bit of faith in all possibilities, faith that inner peace is possible no matter what your circumstances; knowing that only the littlest bit of faith is needed, and the force of life does the rest.

I send you clarity--a knowing that whatever has been done to you, anything you hold onto and carry with you as pain, confusion, heartache, was never personal. May you see those who have tread upon you, as having done the best they could. May you find healing in your relationships as you open to the possibility, that there was never another choice to be made--that it was all for you--for this exact moment in time when you'd awaken to new perception.

And in this may you breathe peace, may you have clear vision, and may you give back with all that you now realize has always been yours. May you watch your gifts be received with ease and grace. May you receive with ease and grace. May you feel expansion beyond the boundaries you once believed in.

May you find yourselves entering this quiet space within your heart, feeling warmth, and hearing whispers of your heart's desires, free from any shoulding on yourself.

May you listen to what it has to say, opening to its will. And may you find that it has never been separate from your own.

May you feel every last cell in your body smiling. May you feel light and like dancing.

May you choose to be in this place again and again, until it becomes home.


  1. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

    I feel so calm and peaceful. Your words so comforting, beckoning me to let go and be open to all possibilities.

    Truly beautiful!

  2. I am deeply moved by your words.Today, I choose to be in this place again and again, until it becomes home. Thankyou Brooke X

  3. Brooke, thank you for this beautiful blessing!


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