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I am honored to be a guest writer in the March issue of Wild Sister. The title of my article is Beyond Imagination: Our Epic Treasure Hunt to Find One Heart

I'm loving the word Epic lately. When you feel as deeply as many of us do on this crazy journey, there is just no other word.

A lot of heart and soul went into writing this article, and in many ways it sums up the big picture for me.

If you don't know this online magazine, you might like to get acquainted with it! It contains very real and inspired writing by many beautiful souls. The colorful art and images are rich food for the senses too!

Click here to visit Wild Sister.

Sending love!

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  1. Oh! Yippee, Brooke! I can't wait to check this out-I have no doubt that it will be epic if your writing/spirit is there.

    I love the word epic too.

    So happy that your wisdom and love is finding new places to land, how very good for everyone.

    Loving you, my friend.

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  2. Brooke, I can't wait to read your article. That magazine looks lovely! When will you be printed? Please keep me posted.
    I did a post a while back called epic... http://eatingliferaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-epicreally.html

    We are epic. Really!.
    Sending love and enthusiasm! I'll post the news on my blog when your article come out!
    Leah

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  3. More people will be able to read about your beautiful perspective on the world...bravo!

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