Message in a Bottle

I release

these pieces

having held

and honored

and transformed

each one

into a prayer

in my heart.

I know they belong

not only to me,

but to all of us.

And so I send

this message in a bottle


to where I found it —

knowing  whatever returns

will come freely,

as a gift from

a deeper me.



I found it didn’t

matter so much

just how things

played out

on the surface.

The wholeness

of the world

around me

and within

never left my side —


It changed form.

At times

I seemed to be


But if I got

really honest

and brave enough

to look,

there was always

some connection —


There were times

when the contrast

of connection

and the disconnect

was too much

to hold

all at once.

But I learned

how to hold

and honor

my own steps

and those who

crossed my path —

a little at a time.

Life became

a sacred journey.

And whatever the world

reflected back

was okay.

Hidden Treasures

I learned

to use all that

had once seemed

unwanted and painful

in my experiences

and inner heart.

I found there was


and connection

and meaning

hidden as treasures

to be found.

And so I vowed

to hold

and honor

and set down

all of it —

until I could

hear my own quiet prayers

more clearly.

It wasn’t always


But it was always



I found a lightness

I had forgotten

and remembered


along the way.

I was thankful

for all that had

led me around

and through

to that exact

point —

though I could offer it

no words.

I was thankful

to know

we were all


I was honored

to continue on —

to focus

a little more sweetly

on where we were


I knew it was

a really tender place.

And I knew it was

a tender place

right where we stood.

Wordless Prayers

I found I could

feel my way

through this life

as I let go

a little more

of cluttered thoughts

and ideas

of how it should


I found comfort

in the subtle insights

I once tried

to sort out.

There was a natural

reverence for my own


and for others.

Prayers became

more wordless

as I began to trust

the one continuous

quiet prayer

I once

turned away

because the contrast

had seemed too vast.