At a certain point,
the only real
option was to hold
the space within —
to retreat
in surrender
to the quiet prayer
of my heart —
not knowing
how or if
it would affect
anything else.
But it was the only
real option left —
again and again.
The landing became
softer
after a while.
And it didn’t seem
to matter so much
what met me
in that place.
Whatever it was
had to know
the sweetness
of that same
surrender.
Laurie's Notes 
Macxermillio says on May 12, 2017
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Laurie's Notes says on May 12, 2017
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Laurie's Notes says on May 12, 2017
This is what writing in this way has done…gently reached parts of me that couldn’t be reached in other ways.
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Paul Militaru says on May 12, 2017
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Laurie's Notes says on May 12, 2017
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Trini Lind says on May 12, 2017
Oh, I just looooove the soft landing! 💖💖💖💖. I will always remember that image 💖💖. Thank you, Laurie! 😊😊
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Laurie's Notes says on May 12, 2017
Of course 🙂
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my one life. today says on May 15, 2017
Your poems are beautiful. They pick me up right where I stand at the moment, too. I’m glad I followed Trini’s recommendation and visited your blog!
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Laurie's Notes says on May 15, 2017
Oh good. They’ve been my medicine. I’m happy to share. I like the title of your blog. 🙂
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my one life. today says on May 15, 2017
Thank you! And for checking out my blog. I guess it’s my medicine, too. Like your poems for you.
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Laurie's Notes says on May 15, 2017
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