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Sweet Welcome

I welcome you into the first glimpse outside of my window, upon awakening that first morning of my arrival here. The sun rising over an undulating sea of mountain. Breathtaking, isn't it?

I've since learned it is the Mt. Heaven range.

I've been told not to leave my room, but rather to rest up.

Apparently there is a lot of energy on this land, and my body must slowly become accustomed to it.

I've been ever so sleepy, and somehow content to just eat and drink, and then return to a deep sleep, to a land of dreams.

In my dreams there's a dusty Wild Road. There are two little girls circling about me. There is a sense of something that needs to be done, but what is it?

Then I awaken here, something gently stirring me each morning, just in time to watch the sun rise up and out of the heart of this land.



    OHMYGOSH! Brooke, my heart is doing somersaults and I feel like twirling over these hills and up to the highest mountain peak! I'm so thrilled to be here with you in the land of dreams and awake-ness. I am so thrilled.

    It's gorgeous here...I think I'll just lie down in this beautiful field with my eyes closed, with the sun sleepily on my face and just bask in the beauty of you.

    Love, love, love you!


  2. I'm excited!! I love the energy here! So curious what will unfold from your heart in this beautiful place.

    Sending love!

  3. Just subscribed by email. You can bet I am staying tuned! Bon Voyage!

  4. What an expansion. Thanbks for inviting us to awaken with you, out of the dream, into reality. My all too rare experiences there are to be cherished and treasured. All aboard!
    Love, Dad

  5. I'm eagerly awaiting that next post!!!!

    Bring it on! ♥

  6. Thanks everyone! So good to be connected with you all again! Be patient with me as I build momentum! Still bits of me hanging onto the cliff and other parts have jumped-gotta get them in sync! Sending love and gratitude!

  7. I find myself sitting high on the mountain top, taking in the golden view, the sun gently warming my back. I am feeling so relaxed, my mind slowly quieting...I am ready!!!

  8. OH MY DEAR! I am SO happy to see you over here in this place that is so gorgeous it made me gasp! Thank you for your beautiful self. I will pour over your posts tonight when we get back to our room. Thank you for your email. I adore you.


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