Yesterday I walked 5K through the lush green shaded forest to the sunny warm rocky shell beach in my neighbourhood on Vancouver Island. Nearly there, I headed down the tiny hill, looking down at the sneakers on my feet and the contrast of shade and shadow with dancing dappled light. This cute little dirt-gravel road…
meaningless mind wandering stuck in the head body detached from grounding breath lost in suffering no way out until her dog made her laugh /brenda johima
Truth is the way In Out Through Around Over Out If you are brave enough /brenda johima
her world became so small smaller than she wanted to admit to anyone not even herself prison life would be busier she thought and she quickly snapped herself out of that thought /brenda johima
The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had…
we are the quietest, most shy, least bold, most challenged, most messed up, least focused most often the silently wise /brendajohima
B R E A T H B R E A T H E While in the forest, it’s almost as if my lungs crave the fresh air going in and out in and out. I open my mouth wider and wider when nobody is watching. Stretching my face and jaw. Contorting. As if to grab…
Blog every day. She thought. But then the sun came out. And she forgot. —Brenda
“I may look like debris, but I’m a masterpiece. My next heart beat deserves a press release”. – Shane Koyczan
One toxic energy. One toxic dysfunctional. Phone conversation. Robs Sleep. – brenda johima