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Crack me ever wider open. Let enter your wisdom, your grace.

Let me surrender to each waking blow, that lifts me up and out of darkest dreams.

Let me tremble with each fall from grace, reenacted over and over, tempering me for the breath of life

that resuscitates

that brings me home, side by side, with my brother.


Nothing more to hide behind, nothing more to protect, no more hoarding emptiness.


Let my eyes be reborn, let my breath deepen with certainty.

Let me bask in your tender love, revealed itself, through my brother, as forever having filled the night sky,

just waiting to rush in,

to undam all hearts

to show us one another, as ourselves.


You've shown me that I can take it. So much braver than I ever realized.

We are all so much braver than I ever realized. We are all so much more loving than I ever realized.

So responsive, to the smallest gesture, caress-- the tiniest word, the most splendid recognition.


With all the love that rests behind it. We really are no match for it.


Let me let you in.


Hand in hand, with him as me, never to be forgotten--sealing something unnamed, as yet.


Let every barrier fall away, today, in this moment.

Let me no longer reconstruct the walls.

Let me rest open. Let the light be balm to my wounds.

Let warmth soothe my fear

keep my heart from slamming shut.

Let me rest as warmth for my brothers' heart.


Let the battle be over.


In the softness of this morning, come on kitten feet, let me rest in the knowing that the dark dreams were never real.

Let me remember how love always won out in the end--how I always knew it was inevitable that I would release my brother. Let me skip ahead to that moment, now and always.

Let me remember what is real, how it stopped me from running, ripped time in half, and brought me to my knees, and how my brother was down there just waiting to embrace.
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  1. "Let me let you in".

    Oh Brooke. Big sigh. Shoulders dropping. Let me let you in.

    I'm starting a women's circle and I so wish you could come.

    xxx

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  2. What a beautiful prayer at waking, for awakening. "No more hoarding emptiness." So good to be reminded that that's what we do--and we can stop!

    Thank you for this beginning to the day.

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  3. I ran to your blog this morning, so excited to find some new words. I knew there would be something to eat…nourishment for my soul. I’ve been hungry lately. Now that I think of it; I’m always hungry.
    Your words are so poetic, aimed at the spirit, tiptoeing into the quiet places and then stirring things up a bit. Collecting the bed linens and then taking them outdoors and shaking them out in the crisp morning air.

    “In the softness of this morning, come on kitten feet, let me rest in the knowing that the dark dreams were never real.”

    Beautiful post Brooke, thank you.

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  4. Thank you so much for your amazing comments. I feel so much love and solidarity with you all!

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  5. My darling daughter, what BEAUTY you bring to this world!!!

    Your picture, (which I love) I remember that performance and how excited you were to be in it. You did a brilliant performance too!

    You inspire me constantly!!! I am so blessed...my daughter, friend, & teacher!

    I so love you.

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