i know your hands will clap.

blessed are those whose lives unfold in wings, the butterflies, and those whom the moonbeams fall.

"You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness."
— Jonathan Safran Foer

When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure. - Peter Marshall



Lord remind me of this, my heart is empty I am tired and I miss Nashville. I miss a bunch of things and I am questioning some hard topics.

“when you find your completeness in Me, you can help other people without using them to meet your own needs.”

a piece of my brain.

Translucent elderly Butterfly milk drops
Marooned wine bulbs of dusty tulips
The pallid heavens of silk on the milieu
Sanded bulks of rooted eyelashes dipped with the-
Dye of acrylic on a splash of an inkblot
Oceans beseeching amid salty moans
Words coercing slanting suggestions and faction
Holding an hourglass, pocket watch, and a fluid nose
Conclusive of a painting
Butterfly acrylic on a beach with tulips in the backdrop
Elderly man with a love of sand
The painter keenly paints the image
And I tepidly paint the painter

no turning back.

Today I decided this will be my new motto. No turning back. I have been afraid of to many things and I just want to be Brooke. Live life and go for it. I love this.

So I think it’s time I take the time to sit and just listen.

I am here, Lord. What do YOU want me to hear today?