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Let the magic begin! 12-12-12

DeathValley, CA
Photo credit to my mother Lyn

You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke, letters to a young poet, letter #4

What I've learned during my mini-blog vacation:

It is okay to take vacation.

Blogging is more than just blogging.

A lot happens in a short time.

I always come back.

What I am glad to finally be accepting as gospel truth:

Self-expression isn't narcissistic. Self-expression can be a/the way to learn to relate with ourselves, and to extend that relating outwardly to others, which fosters more meaningful, deeper and fresher ways of interacting and engaging!

It is cool to blog.

I am taking my finish lines seriously.

What I am glad I am finally feeling in my bones:

Life is short.

Leaping into the void is a given.

I am not alone.

What makes my heart full:

People who live the question...and take the time to tell me about it.


  1. Beautiful, Brooke... I am doing my best to live the question too. I've missed you blogging.

    Much love on 12.12.12 xxx

  2. I love having you back here in this sacred space. Loving you dearly.

  3. Brooke, I was so excited to find you here today, sharing your soul through your magical words, and it really is magical how I can sit in my office over 2 thousand miles away and experience the essence of Brooke. It is such a gift.
    Living the questions.... Yes. That is what we do. And we on keep walking even though we're not sure where we are going, why the road looks the way it does, why we feel so happy—so sad—so nothing at times. Picking up clues along the way and pocketing them, hoping perhaps we'll be able to piece the clues together and create a picture of what life is supposed to look like. But we never do collect enough pieces of the puzzle, leaving gaping holes in our absolutes, while we continue on with a pocketful of questions jangling like loose change against our bruised thighs...and yet we continue to walk, and to smile and believe and love as we walk straight into our graves. If that's not magical nothing is.

    Welcome back my beautiful sister.

  4. My friend--what an honor it is to walk beside you. I love your words. I love you.

    Thank you for gifting us with little bits of you...what a treasure they/you are.


  5. A soul marathon! I love it. You go, Brooke!


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