Eve Brownstone, MA, LCPC, is an expressive arts therapist with fourteen years experience working with individuals and groups of all ages. Her work has been featured in The Boston Herald, The Chicago Tribune, and The WGN Morning Show twice. Eve has collaborated with DreamShop, Inc, Englewood Community Health Organization, Chicago Youth Centers, Elliott Donnelley Youth Center, Community Counseling Centers of Chicago, Saint Francis Hospital, Resurrection Health Care, Advocate Health Care, The Admiral, The Methodist Homes, White Crane Adult Wellness Center, University of Wisconsin, Northwestern University, Columbia College, The Festival of Life, ASPSAC, ASGPP, Twins' Day Festival, The Andersonville Chamber of Commerce, The Edgewater Historical Society, The American Swedish Museum, Unity Church of Chicago and Quetzal of C4. Eve served as Director and Producer for the video-documentary "Wise Friends", which celebrates life.

Poetry by Eve

Moving Forward and Letting Go
Moving forward somewhere.
Stepping off the mountain into the night sky.
Trusting the voice "Hold on the rock you will be okay."
Looking for the net…What if the net isn't there?
Wanting to be caught by somebody else
Searching for somebody else's strong arms.
Not seeing my own muscles and my own effort to build.


My arms are strong. My bones hold my weight
My eyes see me…. please see me. I am looking for you Eve
But you are busy looking for somebody else.
Take care… look at yourself dangling from that jungle gym.
It is you at ten swinging high in the air
A fearless wonder who can do flips from a standing position
It is you who can fly off into to space on a grassy meadow.
I want to feel that girl again inside of these old bones
With bigger hips and more gray hair.


She is still alive little Amelia Airheart
With the heart of a lion and the bones of a bird that can fly
to the stars and back without fears of falling.
I am that girl. That girl who can run like a gazelle.. kicking her butt as she goes
Faster than eagles.. stronger than lions.. I am that girl who can
shout I will not do want you want.. I will not say what you want.


I can be free. I do not live in a box I live in a body with skin, bones and muscles growing everyday. Fed by good food, sleep and movement.. always movement. I want to let go and move on to trust myself again to know that if I am really alone.. I am going to be okay.. more than okay I will be shining. Shining for My grandfather Frank who saved people from injustice.. for my Grandmother Helen who cried in a closet.. I will never cry in a closet. I will cry in the goddamn light. There is no shame in crying.

There is no shame in laughing either. I can laugh and giggle and be weird as much as I want. Cause there isn't anybody who can be weird like me. Maybe I can add more beauty to the world with my weirdness. This girl wants to act weird with a capital W. whole.. I want to be whole.

Holy me
Wholie me
Whole and me


Other people may read this… It is okay. Through all of it you are still here that girl on the hill the woman on the mountain. A special light in the world.

My Head Hurts
My heart hurts. It cries for peace.
For my cat who is running around my apartment meowing because she misses me.
I cry for my two year old niece who may not see three because of misguided bombs.
I cry for the fish in the sea that may not breathe because of man's stupidity.
I cry for the children of the world who don't know what is happening. The war machines are brewing.

I cry for myself who would like to still have a chance to have family.
I cry for people who want to stop evil, but feel powerless to do anything.
I cry for peace, for love and for hope.
I shout to end fear and hatred. I shout for love.
For love. For love.

Bush and Saddam you fight it out. Do not bring our children into your bloodlust battle. For it is between you, not the cats, children or trees of this world. You are men punch each other to death, or do the tango but leave others out of your insanity.

The people of the world are speaking out. Do not wage war they say. Listen to the people who can speak for they speak for billions who are silent.

Trees rise up for peace
Fish swim to the surface for peace
Children scream "peace now" as they run around at recess
Birds flap their wings and sing "peace humans make peace".
Lions roar for peace.

Let life continue not just for human-being but for all living animals who have the right to breathe and grow. We can not decide the fate of billions upon trillions of creatures who have just as much right to be here on this living green planet.

Life on Earth is a miracle. I shout, I cry. I sing, I write tonight for the miracle of life. I feel so blessed to be here. If Saddam and Bush also spent a moment talking with the trees or swimming with the dolphins they might find more to talk about then "You must disarm."

I can not be silent anymore. There is too much at stake. I write this with tears in my eyes. I call to others to join in writing for peace, making art for peace, speaking for peace and taking action for peace. Walk outside under the stars with me, look up and see how small but amazing we are. Take to the streets in peaceful demonstration; let our leaders know who is in charge and what we want from our hearts and conscious minds.
"Mr. President we are not asleep. We see what you are doing and cut it out."