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.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
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.
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
I found in me
a tender place,
a vulnerability —
the place of
my deepest pain,
beyond my own personal
pain —
passed to me
in hope that I would
have the courage
to honor and let go
of all that was
no longer needed —
to hold
all that was left
with all that appeared
for as long as it took
to transform itself
into something beautiful.
I found myself
in beautiful surrender —
trusting in the unfolding
of all I didn’t quite understand,
yet sensed
ever so subtly
as gently whispered prayers
from within my deepest heart
so many times before.
I had held
few things as pure
as the gentle whispers
of my own untamed heart.
And so I let go
a little more completely —
letting go
of all I had held
so deeply
for so long —
letting go
of each precious piece
so that it might remain
as it was already —
free.
I wondered what
I could possibly be
if I wasn’t all that appeared
on the surface.
And then it occurred to me
that I would be
all that surrounds —
all that is most pure.
I would be
the gentle embrace
of love.
And I would be
free.
I hold this space
just beyond the noise
and struggles
of being
in a healing world.
And when your own
true voice
seems so far,
remember a quiet prayer
was written
in this place for you.
And so I set off
on the sacred journey
to the heart —
determined to return
with some kind of map.
But I soon laughed
at the thought
as I gathered and tossed
each crumpled attempt.
So funny,
what a joke —
that the somewhere
I had tried
to lead us to
was right there
in the surrender
of the words
I couldn’t write.
Let us hold
the sweetest kind of love —
the subtle remembrance
of a deeper truth —
space for healing
and the natural unfolding
of life —
of which we are a part.
Amen.
I hold what is here
with love,
as it is in me,
as it is in you —
as it gently transforms itself
back into its purest form.
Amen.