Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary

  • Update- One Month till India

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  • In India

    In about 7 weeks, I am heading to India for 7 weeks. I am leading a small team from YWAM Resonate. I am so incredibly excited. We are partnering with the ministry Streams of Mercy to work with orphanages to connect with the workers and kids there in order to tell their stories. The needs Continue reading

  • The Dream of A Poet

    I desire new landscapes to mix new combinations of words to speak languages I don’t know a little like tongues, maybe but defining life lung breathing and sighing an assault to my senses bleeding out beauty I will play with words until I die and maybe someday they will serve me the right way but Continue reading

  • Writing Is Excavation of the Soul

    these words excavate cracked foundations of pride ready to crumble under the slightest tremor of failure worms inching their way across rotting motives well-loved corpses of hidden fallacies Yet it also unearths A well of life for a  boy from a village in Uganda overcrowded saplings of hope fighting for sun rays to be relocated Continue reading

  • Monet Refuses the Operation

    I never post things by other usually, but in this case I couldn’t resist. I just started Plan B- Further Thoughts On Faith by Ann Lamott and she opens it  with this poem by Lisel Mueller. It really speaks for itself, I have no comment to make other then it ratifies  my continuing realization that Continue reading

  • How To Postpone Death

    Lately I have been realizing how much time in  life is lived in an attempt  to avoid pain. I “wrap (my heart) carefully around hobbies and little luxuries,” as CS Lewis stated in “The Four Loves,” eliminating all risk. I  make everything about safety- precautions, insurance. Try as I may, heartache is inevitable.  Pain will Continue reading

  • History Of A Tree-Hugger

    I am a tree-hugger, but not necessarily in the way most people define it. Sure, I am beginning to be more concerned with environmental issues, and I am definitely the product of the hippy era, but I wouldn’t define myself completely by that stereotype. I just love trees. Most of the memories of my childhood Continue reading

  • When I write I…

    In class today we had 7 minutes to free write, starting with the words “When I write  I..” When I write I am transformed to another place and time completely. I just begin, I let go. I find myself floating over where I have been. I can see the past, I can maybe even see Continue reading

  • Mayflies

    Last night I had multiple dreams where I was living inside an epic movie. I had to swim across a river to get into this house boat covered in flowers. I had to fight a tree-monster that came out of a graveyard,  and then I flew away. Writing School is beginning again,  and I keep Continue reading

  • Baby Vs. Army

    (A Song for 2010) I’d rather run forward knowing i will probably trip and fall I’d rather take a massive bite out of life                                                               Continue reading

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