It's me. hi.
i'm the responsible party, It's me.
turns out its been me all along
Hi, I'm Brooke,
And watercolor is my drug of choice
Who do I think I am?
Let's just start with this. I was a super happy baby. Now i nod to that in my daily yoga practice. I did feel disconnected from others as a child and felt different. Often, the only place I felt connection was in nature. . Do you remember crawling under a bush (because we fit back then) and ruling your own magical realm from your post?
That's where I could breathe. That's where I found connection. That's where my imagination was sparked. There, on what must have been the forest floor (I was sure of it) I felt the life poking me with every blade of grass or stick under there while I dreamt. I felt connection. I felt like the earth and I were remembering each other.
Re-member:
To make whole again.
I've struggled through much of life and created stories of sickness, penniless artist, altruism over compensation. These stories have been writing my story. Yes, I have been writing my own story, just not the one I desire. Now, changing the story is a daily practice. It takes effort. It takes awareness. It takes getting quiet inside.
What's your story? How would you change it?
