recuerda mi corazon

excavating the soul with flora bowley

i am not sure where one begins forming words

to paint so dream bright

our profound journey.

our coming together,

each

soul 

excavation,

primal layers of stretching beyond ourselves,

ultimately calling us out into bold

unfolding.

a passionate journey 

of unrestrained creativity where 

brave hearts

burst open

in the perfect salutation of

love.

each person

unfurled in great

willingness.

laying down

old judgements, 

standing witness to freedom beyond restraint,

to find our wild sacred pulse

firmly established

in a lush

creative life.

each new day

flora

beckoned us

softly, wisely, profoundly; 

to peer over the edge of our limitations,

to brilliantly throw open the doors 

and find our authentic voice 

established firmly in

infinite possibility.

seductive paint,

enormous canvas, brave encouragement.

each moment a new opportunity to 

bloom true.

papel picado * flora bowley 

 

 

dear flora,

 "I found our Bloom True week in San Miguel together,

  miraculous.

   thank you beyond measure for the work you are doing in this world.

   If any one thinks it is "all" about  painting......

  i  can't wait until they experience

  their own bright epiphany under your encouraging wing

and become one more bold bloom

in the matrix of 

pure soul."

 

love,

rebecca

 

monday flora's E course

Brave Intuitive You

begins.

i have it on good account there are a few spots still available!

 

walk with me

fourteen years ago 

i sat in a small white office before an esteemed doctor who would finally end

the long mystery of my failing body.

i expected a door to open.

a name would be spoken and a path,

no matter how arduous would be offered.

i did not expect a miracle, a bright ending. yet i believed i would move forward,

there would be chances for fulfillment,

and hope would accompany me.

i don't remember his face but his words

never fail to astound me...

"pompe, a rare genetic metabolic disease. i recommend you go home,

place your papers in order, do all the things you have ever dreamed of doing.

just do not ever hope

for a treatment or even research.

what you have is known as an

orphan disease;

there is no profit to be gained in

understanding or treating a disease that effects so few."

i will spare you the long 

arduous fight for life and the daily search for  

direction.

i will cut right to the chase and assure you

the "good" doctor was completely wrong on all accounts.

 there was a wealth of comprehensive research,

the possibility of an enzyme replacement therapy in the works, and

Genzyme, a biotech company that believes people who suffer the unique

challenges of a rare disease

are worth their attention and investment.

from my date of diagnosis it was nine long years until that 

ground breaking enzyme replacement therapy was available.

i am, as is my extended "orphan disease family"

forever grateful.

 through research, brilliant minds and the dedication of Genzyme,

Pompes disease became the FIRST muscular disease to 

be offered a  treatment.

but one answer is not enough.

there are countless others who need an open door,  the hope of

research and the reality of treatment.

this year i am walking for hope.

i am embracing every parent who wonders what horizon waits 

for their suffering child. 

i am turning away from the isolating nature of "rare"

and calling out for  

solidarity.

i am walking to comfort all those waiting.

i am walking in honor of believing in each persons innate longing for

wholeness and a chance at living healthy fulfilling lives.

i am walking to eradicate the words

" do not ever hope"

and i am asking you to

walk with me.

if you cannot physically join in

please consider offering your support by following this link...

http://musclewalkmda.org/phoenix2012

click on

"search for a participant"

and typing in 

rebecca brooks

all monies raised are going to support life saving research.

perhaps you will consider posting a link on your blog and 

helping spread the word.

there are a million ways to share hope.

we can all be a part of a brighter future.

postcards from the edge, the color of hope

is hope a color?

a bright landscape of sunny ease and eternal possibility?

does it live in the heart of each moment

or is it as elusive as

pink bulbs spinning silver roots beneath a blinding snow?

a bright sun

wedging grace in and out of dark mountains, angry clouds.

must we coax it into being, or is it an open palm waiting,

a profusion of flowers when we need them most?

i imagine hope is as boundless as each upturned face.

the heart of every seed 

bursting with life and our innate desire for wholeness.

i imagine hope is the motherlove of all life's challenges

calling us to greatness. 

i am sure it is reborn in every offering of compassion.

i am sure it makes rocks sing, life bearable, the weary rise, wells fill,

the impossible; possible.

thank you for infusing me with each loving hope for recovery.

i am incredibly weak but have turned an important corner.

 i could never have accomplished this alone.

i love you and am eternally grateful for your friendship and compassion.

if anyone realized how thin the string really is,

no one would take anything for granted.

today may all hearts be renewed, may we nourish and be nourished by unconditional love,

may our physical challenges redefine our life paths calling us to greatness,

may we always know the colour of hope.

***

 

now tell me dear friends, 

where has paradise taken you?

haiku my heart

 

cracked earthen vessel

be the dream and the dreamer

each breath is precious

***

 

haiku my heart has pulled me from 

the deepest of dreams 

to sit up briefly in the land of the living 

and thank you all

for lifting me in your generous love.

 

your comfort and care mean the world to me.

i look forward to visiting each of you as my strength increases.

until then i am certain

i sleep with angels.

 

the blossoms return

 

 

the heart that breaks open

can contain the whole universe.

 

joanna macy

 

 

haiku my heart

 

i collect chances

where bright dreams bloom bold and true

come, let's fill your cup

***

sending my love and encouragement

for your brightest calling.

be bold, unfold, in each new moment

bloom true.

 

while haiku brings us together it is our willingness

to embrace life with love

that allows the smallest birds

to sing the deepest songs.

come

haiku my heart..... 

  

San Antonio blessing of the animals