Help Us To Honor Our Own Hearts

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Prayers

Hold us a little tighter when we can’t find our way — as we can’t see the whole picture, and it’s easy to be frightened of the in-between times from here. Help us to honor all that has felt dishonored in our own hearts — that we might honor all things more deeply. Amen
–Laurie, What Now

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Carefully Gathered and Released

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Reflections

The process of creating

involved a tender aching

of the heart

as carefully gathered pieces

were released back into

nothingnes, again,

and my heart dared to bear

the moment before they appeared

again, in a new way —

a little unexpectedly.

I understood, in those moments,

why it is tempting

not to endure this process,

at times,

reaching instead for a seemingly

less painful option.

♡ I’m  happy to say I just finished my 4th book, What Now. (Thank you, Michelle.)

https://lauriesnotes.com/my-book/

Out of Nothingness

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Quieting

It was the small miracles,

the quiet inspirations, that kept my heart

pressing on long enough

to find a path that didn’t lead

further away from itself.

It was the gentle, comforting way

words formed out of nothingness

and courage was found

to look challenges in the face —

knowing the transformative power

of surrender first hand.

It was the remembrance of the

turning away from my own heart

and that first step

taken to find a way back.

Quieting

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Quieting

And so there was

a quieting,

a sacred holding,

the journey within —

where all was dissolved

into the purest love.

Sadness lingered there.

Tender memories

found their place

and helped to form

words to point the way

to subtle mysteries

and treasures

only the most tender hearts

could hold.

Forever

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Softening

It was the subtle release into a gentle flow that taught me how to soften. Relief came each time I found just enough courage to listen and to soften my own heart a little more.

It came in the quiet pauses just before words of comfort began to form and lingered sweetly — forever.

Somehow

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Continuing On / Unsorted

When I looked back, after a while, the story I had carried had faded. It was the subtler, sometimes painfully subtle story beyond the surface that kept my attention.

It was the faint memory of all the times I had managed to allow a quieting,  just enough to hear the quiet prayer spoken from my own heart — somewhere long ago.

It was each moment I allowed my heart to remain open, even though I was sure I didn’t know how to continue on, that had woven a more beautiful story — somehow.

Higher Thoughts

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Reflections

What Now became

a choice in each moment,

the courage to release

everything held

so carefully for so long —

again and again.

It was the conviction

to stand firmly

in a space of not knowing —

the willingness to loosen

my grip on life —

the choice to wait for inspiration

and higher thoughts.