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Here I Go

Today I feel like curling up in a fetal position.

Today I wish that I had a harder shell to keep out the wars, the woes, and the witch hunts.

Today I wish that we were all brought up to question our thoughts, before we passed judgement, before we sent men and boys to destroy each other, before we gave people the finger.

Today I wish peace wasn't just a passing fancy.

Today I wish that I could feel into the fearlessness for just a little bit longer.

Today I find myself afraid of being afraid.

Today my world-view is fused with the vampire and the saint, and nothing is funny about it.

Well, just writing that felt kind of funny.

Yet, there is something about being in this vulnerable place, and getting up and walking through life anyway, right? I'll let you know.

Here I go.
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  1. NigeMarch 28, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    Hi Brooke,

    Softly, Softly.

    Love Nige:-)

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  2. JuliaMarch 28, 2011 at 11:48 AM

    Beautiful you.

    You are held and loved, my sweet friend, just like that little baby birdie.

    I love Nige's words...softly, softly. Gently, gently.

    Just let yourself curl up...those wings just need a little rest, that's all.

    I love you.

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  3. ElloaMarch 29, 2011 at 4:54 AM

    Softly, softly,
    Gently, gently,
    You are safe,
    You are loved,
    You are Love
    xxxx

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  4. Elizabeth CunninghamMarch 29, 2011 at 8:09 AM

    I'm there with you, dear Brooke! Arms around you.

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