I hold this space
in my heart,
this once forgotten place,
in honor of all that is
gentle and soft
and all that is mysterious
and unloved –
knowing that,
in this place,
nothing else is needed.
— from earlier notes
Category: Holding
Holding It All
I began to honor
all of my experiences
with natural compassion
for myself and others,
instead of trying so hard
to understand or change
what appeared —
holding it all
and allowing space
for natural transformations
and insight
to emerge.
Without a Doubt
I vowed to keep
my focus within
because I had held it
for too long
to turn back.
I let go
of trying so hard
to sort all of the pieces
of my heart
and vowed to be
the me that was okay
without a doubt,
no matter what
appeared to be
on the surface.
At Last
I found I could,
at last,
hold the gap
between the pure essence
of my inner heart
and the unfolding
within and around me.
And though the contrast
was still great,
I found I was stronger.
This time,
instead of letting go
of my Self,
I held my ground.
Wordless Prayers
At a certain point,
there was nothing else
to do
but hold and honor
all that couldn’t be sorted
and trust
in the mysterious power
of wordless prayers.
Just the Same
With a little courage,
I stood still
in my heart.
And in this place,
I found I could see clearly
at last.
I found I was held
in a gentle embrace,
a deeper me.
I learned
to hold and let go
of all that found its way here.
And to my surprise,
I found I had embraced
this deeper me right back
and healed her
just the same.
This Love
I trusted completely
in my heart
and held my ground,
unsure of where
it would lead —
knowing the essence
of whatever appeared
from here
would have to match
the purity
of this love.
As It Is
I hold what is here
with love,
the natural unfolding,
this clear space,
the reverence —
all of this,
including all that is
painful and confusing.
I accept and love
all of it
as it is —
right here.
Amen.
This Once Forgotten Place
I hold this space
in my heart,
this once forgotten place,
in honor
of all that is gentle
and soft
and all that is mysterious
and unloved –
knowing that,
in this place,
nothing else is needed.
Holding
Listening with my heart,
allowing my thoughts
to be as they are,
I hold what is here
exactly as it is.
I hold it with love
or I hold it
however I can.
Laurie's Notes 