I continued on —
following faithfully
as the path unfolded,
urged on
by an unspoken longing
from within
to hold
something pure
and true —
the one thing
that could quiet
my restless mind
and calm
the deepest aching.
Author: Laurie's Notes
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Daring to Be Still
Somewhere beyond
and in the middle
of all of this movement,
all of the noise,
is the me I thought
was lost.
And although who exactly
this is
escapes my understanding
in the usual way,
somehow it is
in the daring
to stand still here —
that I find her again.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
What Seemed to Be
I found I could hold
what seemed to be
the most extreme opposites,
the deepest pain
and the most tender —
all the pieces
I couldn’t have sorted
as the me
I once thought
I was.
Also In My Heart
I found I could exist
in the world
and also in my heart —
participating fully
in daily life
without the need
or desire
to stay in
constant dialogue
about the story
on the surface —
choosing instead
to play a little
higher card,
to put these things
aside for a moment —
honoring and holding
a little space
for a deeper story
to be known.
Continuing On
I found
a little magic
in my willingness
to stand still
in my heart,
moving past
the intense places,
through the uncomfortable,
in-between times —
having just enough
courage to keep
showing up
and continuing on.
This Living Prayer
For the times
when there is nothing
left to do
but keep walking through,
when every word
we would try to say
couldn’t honor
the courage it takes
to just keep quiet
in our hearts
and keep walking,
when all attempts
to explain or sort
only seem
to make it worse —
for these times,
I offer this
living prayer.
Amen
Stepping Back
There was
a deeper movement,
a continuous motion
of stepping back —
of surrender
into the pure space
within my heart.
A Deepening
There was a deepening,
a stepping back
into the healing space
within my heart —
where I found
I was most naturally
capable of holding,
honoring and transforming,
with love —
all that found its way
to this space,
this me.
Underneath
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.
Ever So Subtly
I learned to turn
inward —
to see past
the wounded places —
to keep my focus
on the quiet prayer
that had led me safely
back to my own
deepest heart
and softened
all experiences
ever so subtly.
Laurie's Notes 