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Goodbye pencil and crayon by me

Today I felt inspired to put up this very simple drawing from a few years ago, that I drew to help me through a friend's passing. Even though barely anything at all, I am still comforted when I look at it. 

It shows our essences, suspended in the cosmos, forehead to forehead, eyes closed, in restful, knowing, communion.

I have always been amazed when I have glanced back at this simple drawing, which could have easily been one  I crinkled up and played basketball with into the garbage can, because of its lackluster. The opposite happened. I cherish this drawing, and feel reverence for whatever I captured that summons forth his essence to me, and the memory of our sweet connection. And each time, I relive the miracle of him. 

If this doesn't make art a form of magic, I don't know what does. 





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  1. Elizabeth CunninghamFebruary 22, 2016 at 6:40 AM

    Yes! <3!

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  2. JuliaFebruary 22, 2016 at 9:17 AM

    Oh Brooke. There is so much in this drawing for me...it just kind of melts my heart and opens it at the same time. I absolutely love the simplicity of it and how it captures everything. So happy you didn't crumple it up. Yumminess.

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    1. BrookeFebruary 22, 2016 at 9:34 PM

      Thank you so much, sweet friend. Means so much to have you here.XO

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