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Wrong Turns

Okay, I don't know where to begin, so, I am just beginning somewhere.

I thought I completely understood what turning the lights out on Wild Road meant, and what arriving here on this blog was about.

I didn't.

I tried to put it in a box.

It wouldn't fit.

I am opening up the box and stepping out of it.

What wants to be expressed here, doesn't want to be wrangled or corralled.

I surrender.

I am listening to a voice that says show up and create in the moment. Let this be the plot that unfolds. Let it run in torrents. Let it trickle. Let it  unfold with each melody. Let it embrace form when it wants to, let it defy it at times. Let it feel stuck if need be. Let it need rules, and then abandon them just for fun. 

Just do your best to keep it wide open, aware of the workings of a mind that would try to box it in, define, artificially fabricate. 

Trust what you've presented already, but feel into the freedom that birthed this whole operation, and step outside the box-- better yet, realize there was never any box! Embrace what wants to be multi-dimensional, messy, and a rich expression of your heart and your experience. 

I let go of my backseat-driving mind, that has obnoxiously hailed wrong turns! Yes, I let go of this with ease. There have been too many times lately where I have ended up in the right places, literally and figuratively, despite supposed wrong turns. Which I guess, makes them right!

Gently, whatever Forces that be, have been showing me how to expand my vision beyond what I can pin down.

It has left me quieter lately-- mostly mesmerized by atoms spinning around me, in a sacred orchestration that I couldn't even begin to compose.

I've merely wanted to sit back and watch, listen, taste, smell, feel.

So filled to the brim with awe, I am unsure I can express it, and yet, I know I must try.

My arrival here did herald a carving of sorts, but I am merely a passenger, whether I think I am driving or not.


  1. "I am opening up the box and stepping out of it."

    Yippee! I love this...I can see you stepping out now, such a lovely site. And to taking wrong turns that turn out to be just right. To all of it!

    Raising my coffee cup to you now, dear Brooke!

  2. in awe of every post you create... trusting that someday i'll be able to express the whirling mess in my head with even a fraction of the grace you display.

  3. Brooke...

    I love you! I love how you're so present with what's happening in your mind, and how beautifully you express it (Kelli, your words are beautifully graceful and expressive, too!).

    "Let it run in torrents. Let it trickle. Let it unfold with each melody"... YES!

    Thank you

  4. I can totally feel you on blog boxes. I've tried to put myself in a blog box but I can not seem to stay there. I am like you trying to explore and find out what this is all about. Love this line:"show up and create in the moment. Let this be the plot that unfolds. Let it run in torrents. Let it trickle. Let it unfold with each melody. Let it embrace form when it wants to, let it defy it at times. Let it feel stuck if need be. Let it need rules, and then abandon them just for fun"

  5. Glad to be a passenger on this journey!


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