And so I learned to reach a little further into my own heart. I learned to reach for a little hidden magic and a quiet prayer to hold for as long as it took — until the softness I felt there began to spill over. I learned to reach for healing words reflecting silent spaces in hearts that knew the sacredness of the journey back whenever old wounds showed up again. I learned to soften […]
And so the decision was made to continue on. There was no room in that moment for regret or any other cluttering thought. There was silent understanding in each open heart that the time had come to listen a little more deeply and speak a little more intently from here.
During times of great shifting, when emotions were intense and bodies and minds tired most easily with each added thought and moment of learning, I found it was possible to return my focus to the stillness within and count every single piece of wisdom gained as valuable — while being willing to hold it lightly — remaining unafraid to release all into the creative space I learned to embrace again and again, each time a […]
I found peace in each moment of choice. I found it each time I dared to look things straight in the face and reach for the most healed part of me and others and for the divine. It was a choice. The option was always there to close my eyes and stop reaching. But I understood where that led — after a while.
I found there is a power in us that rises up in challenging times. When there seems to be little hope, it shows itself. And then it softens all that it touches. And it shows us how to create beauty out of pain and tenderness where there was chaos.
At a certain point, letting go of everything became the only real option. There was a gentle surrender, a resetting of parts ready to work together in new ways — a release of the continuous dialogue of mind that would have held me back.
I learned how to walk through difficult times. I learned to alter my perspective, shift my own emotions, and focus my attention. I learned to heal the present and the past — because I dared to listen to the quiet prayer within my heart.
I found that what was most important was my willingness to show up to meet whatever showed up in each new moment with fresh eyes — holding, honoring and letting go. I realized healing could be beautiful and gentle — a sacred journey.
It seemed risky at first. But I never regretted my decision to continue on toward my heart at all costs. Somewhere, subtly, deep down I knew it was reconnecting with my own deepest heart I longed for most of all.
I continued on — feeling more deeply beneath the surface for the next needed step — reaching ahead and behind — holding, honoring, and releasing every experience and daring to be still — to listen and to act out of the sacred space within my deepest heart.