Quiet Reflections and Prayers
The longing
to know the deepest
kind of peace
led to questions
and surrenders.
It led to an expanded
view of life
and pain
and love.
It led to my own
deepest heart
and to the quiet prayer
that reached back —
recognized
and honored at last
as my own true
voice.
It became my way
to follow
the quiet prayer
that had led
me through all
experiences.
There was peace
in touching my own
pure essence
and meeting
all that appeared
from that place —
trusting the safety
found in honoring
my own heart,
however shattered
it may have seemed.
When you reach
a quiet place
and there is
sadness,
when the world
seems a little
too intense
again,
close your eyes
and remember
the softness
of your soul.
Lead me gently
as I continue on.
Help me to show up
in each moment
with an open heart —
to experience what is
here —
knowing the connection
with my own
inner healer
in each moment —
trusting the ultimate
care of others
to their own —
remembering
the tenderness
and honor
in being a part
of this continuing
mystery
and of this great
love.
Amen
There was
a delicate tenderness
in the ability
and willingness
to look beyond
the surface of all
things —
to stand firmly
in my heart
in all instances —
to refuse to miss
treasures hidden
within —
to renew my vow
with each step —
to always find
the path of my
heart.
I found
what it really meant
to be strong —
to adapt
and evolve
through great challenges.
And I found there came
a time to merge
all that was gained
with a different path
and find a gentler
way.
Out of this
quiet prayer came
the strength
to listen to my own
inner knowing
above all else.
It resonated with
the resolve
of the mother in me
who dared to trust
her own body
over every single voice
on earth
and every bit
of conditioning
and advice —
however well meaning
or loud the chorus
of voices calling for
her to follow
or believe in
something else over her
own heart
became.
It wasn’t that she
always walked calmly.
There were times when
she just knew
to dig in her heels
and speak
(or scream) her heart —
even though there was
only a slight chance
of being heard.
It hadn’t really been
about being heard
anyway —
but the courage
to be
the peaceful, fiercely
creative and resourceful
being she came here
to be.
It hadn’t been about
being right
or beautiful
or accepted
or honored —
at least not in the way
it once seemed.
I found,
in each moment,
connection with my own
higher self —
the most gentle,
quiet prayer
just beneath the surface,
no matter what
was appearing.
Even when the world
seemed too noisy,
I found comfort
in knowing it was
still there.
And so there was
a new story
born out of my
determination
not to reject
any piece of Self
or deny the transformation
to continue
and my dedication
to my own
quiet prayer.
It was not a choice
between two stories,
but an honoring
of both —
a delicate move
toward inclusion
I had practiced
before.
The tricky part
was standing my ground
and allowing
what was already
to come together
in my heart
and all of its
reflections.
I found I could
send a note
back
through time
to the place
just before
I needed it —
reaching into
a wordless place
that couldn’t be reached
in any other
way.
Life became
a little sweeter
as I continued
to light my own
unfolding path.
Laurie's Notes 