Category: Continuing On

No Matter What

Continuing On June 22, 2021

At times I forgot

the pure connection with

my heart and the unshakeable

hope that remained always,

even in the darkest, most treacherous

parts of the journey.

It took only a moment —

a seemingly accidental whisper,

a quiet prayer of desperation crying out

to the light or a gentle note

from an old friend

triggering into clarity

the remembrance of all that is

most true and all of the beauty

and unconditional love

that couldn’t be broken

no matter what.

One More Time

Continuing On, Unsorted April 25, 2021

And so I continued to write —

not so much for the words anymore

but to feel the connection

with my soul

at a time when real connection

was precious and rare

and words seemed to fall short.

If I couldn’t be heard

then I would listen.

I would turn frustration into

dedication.

I would take the deep sadness,

and I would hold it —

forever if necessary.

And if this tender ache could be

deepened, I would find a way.

Maybe it would lead to a new outer

reflection,

something a little more sacred

and beautiful.

Most likely, but maybe not.

It was my best shot.

It was one more last try.

One more time

In This Place

Continuing On December 31, 2020

Perhaps the most painful lesson

on the journey

was allowing things to be

unresolved —

unsorted.

It was a little different than

giving in. It was definitely not

giving up., but I had to learn

to hold a place for all that was unsettled —

trusting in previous lessons learned

about truth and love and the fluidity

of all states —

knowing beyond all doubt that

there was tenderness in this place.

Worth Living

Continuing On November 27, 2020

There were so many moments

of decision,

so many chances to take one more step

and to trust it was indeed safe to hold

out for truth

just one more last time.

I learned the art of turning inward,

healing deeply

all the parts of me that were

frightened and exhausted from years

of being disconnected from each other

and from God.

I learned there was a powerful

spirit of pure, real love —

not the imitation or false light

I had strived for.

No, not that.

This unexpected rising up of pure

Spirit was what had brought me

through trials and encouraged me

when I didn’t think I could endure.

And it was this very rising up

that, each time I glanced at the road

behind me, made the whole journey

worth living.

Unseen

Continuing On, Unsorted August 30, 2020

Just when I thought

there was no hope,

just when darkness seemed

to have won,

I learned something surprising.

I learned this was the perfect

set up for an equal and opposite

surge of light

that would outshine every last

bit of darkness.

And once lit,

nothing could put it out

What was seen could never be

unseen.

What Remained

Continuing On, Unsorted July 26, 2020

For the most part,

what remained was the sweet

tenderness of the journey.

It was a bit of a jolt

when the dark nights appeared.

But with each one came

a little more light, pointing the way,

ever so clearly, to my true essence

and connection with my true Self.

It was, of course, difficult

during those intense times

of clearing out and letting go.

There was grief.

There was a lot of grief.

And there was, when I dared to trust

and keep going,

an ever expanding space of

tenderness,

which I wouldn’t have traded

for the chance to hold on

to anything else.

Where There Is No Path

Continuing On, Unsorted November 16, 2019

I found there were many 

forks in the road,

many places to choose

to walk where there is

no path,

where pain is held, honored

and transformed again and again —

each time leaving a little more space

for the one thing strong enough

to balance the traces of pain inevitably

left over from often difficult journeys,

the one thing strong enough to hold all

of the pieces

of an authentic life —

the space within our hearts.