And so I began
to listen
to a softer voice,
one that seemed
to begin
as a whisper.
And though there was
great shaking
as old ways
faded,
I held on to
the quiet place
in my own heart —
letting go
of all that left.
And though
there was pain
in going this way,
all I remember
is the tenderness
of the gentle whisper
from my own heart
reminding always,
no matter what,
I’m still here.
Laurie's Notes 
I love your writing…
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Awe. Thanks. It is my medicine. I am happy to share. Blessings always — Laurie
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Yay I love seeing JM here. She always tells me this about your writing. I love this one I’m still here at the end…I really love that about you. You have staying power. I love that! I love you! ❤
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Mooji says some are marathon runners. 💙
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How many people in your life can say I’m still here no matter what? Not many I’m finding, Laurie’s strong ability to remain present no matter what comes is something I admire greatly~<3
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