Continuing On

As I Remember

Living out of

my heart

is a little different

than living out of

the continuous stories

of the mind.

It’s quieter here,

the kind of quiet

that takes a little

readjusting.

But I continue to find

great treasures

as I remember

more and more

of how to navigate again

in this space.

Continuing On, Unsorted

A Little at a Time

It became increasingly helpful

to meet life

from a gentler place.

And so I held

my ground within

my heart —

remembering how

I had so delicately

held and let go

of all that crossed

my path

as I found my way

to this position —

letting go of all

I couldn’t sort out

all at once —

noticing as

pieces came together —

a little at a time —

naturally —

without my

over-thinking

and doing.

And with this same

natural motion,

I continued on.

Continuing On

Straight Through

I found peace

in the quiet way

I learned to hold

and let go

of all that crossed

my path.

I found it

in the silence

within my heart,

often in the middle

of the most difficult

parts of the journey

where the sound

of my own steps

taken in pure faith

and a knowing smile

from a passer-by

became my greatest hope

and inspired me

to keep walking

straight through.

Continuing On

Into My Heart

I found myself within

a beautiful motion

of holding

and letting go,

allowing attention

to land

where it pleased,

sometimes pausing —

always continuing —

unattached to labels

or the need to

connect all of the dots

too soon —

holding and honoring

all that crossed

my path

as this most natural

rhythm began to feel

more and more

like home —

letting go into

my own deepest heart.

Continuing On

With Each Small Surrender

For a while,

I followed the endless

promises of another 

way out

of pain and longings —

only to be caught

in cycles

of up and down

and forward

and back.

And so I began

to follow the pieces

of me

that could lead

in a different way —

calming and evolving

with each small surrender

and bit of courage

to keep showing up

as healer

of my own heart.