Intentions Plus a Pause

2025, The Unimaginable Start

To my readers:

I had big ideas for my newsletter this year. For now, I will focus on supporting my friends and community who have lost so much as we grieve our sweet town. I am devastated by the loss of my beloved Pacific Palisades due to the wildfires, and I know so many are.

My newsletter will resume next month and will hopefully provide some positivity as it pertains to wellness. My fellow Palisadians and Angelenos, we are grieving together, alongside each other. One day at a time.

And with that, I will leave you with this. Here is a poem on hope that gives me hope…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

Dedicated to:

• My Friends

• To all of those who lost their homes, and so much more

• Gelson’s Market

• Elyse Walker

• The Palisades Park

• St. Matthews Church, where I was baptized

• Ralph’s

• My manicurist Carol, whose business burned to the ground

• Cafe Vida

• The Library

• The Schools

• The Churches

• My hairdresser Tara, whose house and business are both gone

• To everyone affected by all of the fires around LA, there are no words.

With love,

Brooke