Love didn’t come
out of understanding
or seeking,
It came
out of my own willingness
to know true healing,
to honor all that appeared
in my deepest heart
and in the world.
I found it
in the turning around,
in meeting its unfolding
in each moment.
Author: Laurie's Notes
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
The Place of No Words
There was a longing
to be seen
and the need to disappear —
a wish to be
someone else
in some other place.
And there was,
just below the surface,
a quiet prayer
that always led
straight to my deepest heart
and safely back
to the place of no words.
This Silent Prayer
Sometimes there were
no words.
And so I settled in
a little more deeply —
reaching through
whatever appeared
until I could remember
the emptiness —
this silent prayer.
Again and Again
And so I allowed
the surface
to remain unsettled —
letting go
of every last piece
again and again —
trusting them to return
a little slower,
a little more gently —
until I could bear
the emptiness underneath.
Never Again
The decision was made
to cling —
not to any outside thing,
but to the space within.
And there was a shaking
I remembered well,
the point of choice —
to focus on the surface
or sink down a little more
and endure,
to hold my ground —
to never again lose
connection with my heart.
In Silent Memory of Love
In silent memory
of love
and every kind word
never spoken,
yet deeply felt,
I offer this prayer
to you
and to the world –
that we may heal
together.
Amen.
Moment of Reprieve
There were no words
to speak.
None were needed.
In fact, the slightest sound
served as a reminder
of all that had been
too much —
distractions from the purity
of the one continuous
silent prayer
of a life
transforming gently
into the quiet whispers
that had carried it
safely back
into that very moment
of reprieve.
The Letting Go
Art by MichelleMarie
A Million Words Unspoken
I held
all that needed holding
in my own heart.
There were notes
and healers
and insights.
There were sleepless nights
and more questions
and a million words unspoken.
There was letting go
and returning.
But looking back,
there was only the holding.
Already Written
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Laurie's Notes 