A different quality of thought arose whenever I chose to return to the wordless prayer in my heart. I liked the natural quieting within that seemed to grow each time I returned to this wordless space. Where there had been constant noise, there was a beautiful space of listening prayer. Advertisements
I found there was a choice in each moment. I could choose to follow the flow of life, co-creating with it, or to move in the other direction. And so I began to choose the gentler way.
And so a quiet prayer was whispered and felt beyond words. And it was known instantly, without doubt — by each piece of self in every last place where it had been forgotten that it is loved, heard, nurtured, included and cherished in every new moment of now — forever. Amen
There was a softening of the story on the surface, a gentle resetting. The default emotion become one of peace, the very thing my heart had longed for and called me to. There was a more natural connection with all of life, a gentle unfolding of the quiet prayer within my heart. Silent pauses became welcome parts of the relaxation into a gentler way of being.
At a certain point, turning back wasn’t really an option. Continuing to push and try to force any pieces to fit at all began to look a little silly. And so I vowed to allow myself to blend a little more completely with the quiet prayer I held within my heart.
There was a subtle shifting, a gentle returning to a peace I had once known as the connection with all parts of me — within my heart. What seemed at first to be a pulling away from the world around me became the rippling out and receding of my own quiet prayers.
In-between struggling and peace, there was a delicate hand, the me that could lead the rest of me safely though this place. It wasn’t each little part alone as it had seemed. It wasn’t the good and the bad. It took each one who had felt separate and tried so hard. It took the trust of each precious one who dared to show up. And it was this delicate turning around by the healer within […]
Thoughts began to appear more like subtle prayers. Old ways of thinking fell naturally to the background as my mind merged more fully with my heart. Old wounds were honored and held with love for as long as needed when it was difficult to let go all at once. After a while, holding and letting go became one movement and life was seen as one continuous silent prayer.
This quiet prayer of my heart guided me ever so gently into silent spaces — past thought — through and past pain and tenderness — always safely back to right where I started — each time a little more sweetly.
I found miracles happened when I had entered this state of prayer so deeply that I no longer needed anything at all to shift on the surface. There were no words and a million silent prayers at once. And I knew without doubt that all was well no matter what.