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.
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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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Oh, I just looooove the soft landing! 💖💖💖💖. I will always remember that image 💖💖. Thank you, Laurie! 😊😊
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Of course 🙂
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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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Oh good. They’ve been my medicine. I’m happy to share. I like the title of your blog. 🙂
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Thank you! And for checking out my blog. I guess it’s my medicine, too. Like your poems for you.
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