There was a lightness
that came
from not needing
to follow every thought
and a little magic
in the courage it took
to stand
in the silent spaces
in-between.
Category: Continuing On
Within the Mystery
After a while,
I began to respect
and honor
my part within
the mystery.
I found it was
safe to let go
a little more
and continue on —
trusting in
a peace
I didn’t quite understand.
The Natural Way
After a while,
I began to trust
the quieter moments
of in-between.
I began to see
the beauty
in the ability
to keep my focus
on what was most real
and true in my heart,
no matter what was
appearing on the surface —
trusting in
the natural way
the love I found there
always spilled over.
A Gentler Way of Being
I found I could
carry on —
relaxing into
a gentler way of being —
naturally letting go
of the many pieces
of me —
trusting what was needed
would continue
to fall back down
a little at a time
in a way that was
just enough.
In Quieter Places
I was reminded
many times
of the power
in allowing life to flow
around me
without trying to do
or create
more than my part.
And I remembered the strength
and wisdom I found
in quieter places
and the joy of being
part of a greater whole.
In Pieces
All of the little
parts of me
began to fade
just enough
to always be connected
with my whole Self.
But I continued on
with honor
and the quiet joy
and compassion
that came out of being whole
and also in pieces.
A Different Kind of Okay
One day there was
a sense of honor
for being alive
in that very moment,
however challenging
and seemingly imperfect
it was —
a different kind
of okay
that carried over
into everything that unfolded
from there.
A Deeper Story
I began to sense
a deeper story
than what could be known
on the surface.
And I found I had
a deep respect
for all of the pieces
I couldn’t quite
fit together
and for life itself
that I wouldn’t trade
to have walked
an easier path.
In Sweet Surrender
And so my heart
was drawn
to all that was
simple and pure.
And my mind was clear
and still —
no longer desiring
to push or impose —
in sweet surrender
to my heart.
This Wordless Place
I began to take myself
a little less seriously.
And I laughed a little
each time I remembered
all of the time spent
finding my true voice
and then desiring only
to reflect
this wordless place
I had tried so hard
to leave.
Laurie's Notes 