Dear Brenna,
I love your blog. You are such a talented writer. Your words move and inspire me and your photographs are beautiful! Keep on blogging….I’m a follower! hugs, Angela
Brenna,
I love your brutal honesty and it resonates within me. I did cry. Your words invited me to revisit the same experiences with my mom who died 2 years ago from Alzheimer’s. Your photographs are expressions of unmentioned words as well as breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you.
Brenna – I have always loved your way with words. It feels like this blog is a perfect fit for where you are now. Thank you for sharing this window into your world.
oooh, nbao how sweet to see you here, thank you doll! i send hugs and kisses all around. look out, i am digging out old letters…i have an interesting collection!
Anything that might be of interest for me? lol
So when will we see you in the Old Pueblo again?
Dear Brenna,
What a good job you did discovering and delineating if not dissecting (sp?) grief. When I was in my most grief (after mom) I read Elizabeth Kubler Ross and it was so good to find one could STUDY this phenomenon. There is nothing else like it in life (mercifully). Grief is one type of depression. The difference is it’s temporary – also mercilfully – and its mission is to move us on in life. I think that’s it anyway.
SO grieve on, dear girl, and find, as you are, the beautiful that remains.
Been meaning to indulge in the time to read your blog for a while. Today was the day. Thank You! Your talent for observing and wondering is medicinal. Also, I miss you. I will incorporate this into my list of little indulgences…the ones that refill.
Brenna,
It was great to meet you and chat about your art at the Riverwest art walk. There have been few times in my life where a piece will evoke such strong emotions. Thanks for sharing that moment with me.
– Hazen (the classical guitar guy)
Dearest Brenna – first time I’ve visited the blog (instead of just viewing weekly posts independently) in a long time and I must say I’m even more amazed at the breadth and depth of your photos and writing when viewing them together. We must talk about the daffodils daisies and mums soon. Love you so much!
what is beautiful remains 
Your writingand photos are so moving and in a way…comforting and satifying.
Thanks for sharing this.
KV
oh, kayvee, thank you so much! hope the show is spec-tacular. we’ll talk soon, kay? xo brenna
Dear Brenna,
I love your blog. You are such a talented writer. Your words move and inspire me and your photographs are beautiful! Keep on blogging….I’m a follower! hugs, Angela
angela, you have always inspired me to look at what is beautiful in my life! thank you, girl!
Brenna! When did you start this blog? I’m RSS-ing it now. Your words inspire me. 🙂
Your fellow unraveller
-crystal
i am ssooooo happy you visited, crystal! started last week. feeling good to write, y’know? how is the garden of eatin?
Brenna,
I love your brutal honesty and it resonates within me. I did cry. Your words invited me to revisit the same experiences with my mom who died 2 years ago from Alzheimer’s. Your photographs are expressions of unmentioned words as well as breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you.
deb, i am honored. i was thinking about our talk the other day. there is no going back, and that is a good thing. xo brenna
Brenna – I have always loved your way with words. It feels like this blog is a perfect fit for where you are now. Thank you for sharing this window into your world.
oooh, nbao how sweet to see you here, thank you doll! i send hugs and kisses all around. look out, i am digging out old letters…i have an interesting collection!
Anything that might be of interest for me? lol
So when will we see you in the Old Pueblo again?
Dear Brenna,
What a good job you did discovering and delineating if not dissecting (sp?) grief. When I was in my most grief (after mom) I read Elizabeth Kubler Ross and it was so good to find one could STUDY this phenomenon. There is nothing else like it in life (mercifully). Grief is one type of depression. The difference is it’s temporary – also mercilfully – and its mission is to move us on in life. I think that’s it anyway.
SO grieve on, dear girl, and find, as you are, the beautiful that remains.
LOVE LOVE LOVE Sandy
You make me cry too- which is a wonderful and happy thing to do….
Been meaning to indulge in the time to read your blog for a while. Today was the day. Thank You! Your talent for observing and wondering is medicinal. Also, I miss you. I will incorporate this into my list of little indulgences…the ones that refill.
I want my Marlowe book to read like your photography looks. Seriously.
Brenna,
It was great to meet you and chat about your art at the Riverwest art walk. There have been few times in my life where a piece will evoke such strong emotions. Thanks for sharing that moment with me.
– Hazen (the classical guitar guy)
Hi Brenna. I finally got around to spending time on your blog. Your writing and pics are beautiful and moving.
Dearest Brenna – first time I’ve visited the blog (instead of just viewing weekly posts independently) in a long time and I must say I’m even more amazed at the breadth and depth of your photos and writing when viewing them together. We must talk about the daffodils daisies and mums soon. Love you so much!