Honoring

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

back

to where I found it —

knowing  whatever returns

will come freely,

as a gift from

a deeper me.

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Honoring

Okay

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 —

ever.

It changed form.

At times

I seemed to be

alone.

But if I got

really honest

and brave enough

to look,

there was always

some connection —

somewhere.

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.

Honoring

Remembered

I found a lightness

I had forgotten

and remembered

somewhere

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

evolving.

I was honored

to continue on —

to focus

a little more sweetly

on where we were

going.

I knew it was

a really tender place.

And I knew it was

a tender place

right where we stood.

Honoring

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

look.

I found comfort

in the subtle insights

I once tried

to sort out.

There was a natural

reverence for my own

journey

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.

Honoring

This Sacred Space

I found

my deepest connection

in my own heart

and in the hearts

of others

who dared to find

space to hear

and follow

their own true

voices.

I found

no substitute for

this sacred space.

No treasure

or achievement

or projection

fulfilled

ever came close.

No amount of approval

ever tasted as

sweet.

There was no seeking

for it

and no grasping

when it appeared.

There was

only love.

Honoring

What Else?

I honor each part

of me

and of you

that dared

to find the way

back to our hearts.

Having been led

by a whisper

of a love

from which we felt

disconnected,

we began

and we continued on.

We spoke gently because

the delicate nature

of healing hearts

was sensed.

We found strength

in the authentic

connection

with each other

and in our ability

to trust

in our highest calling

and deepest truth

when there was

no guarantee of

how this life

would unfold.

We were healers.

What else could

we do?

Honoring, Unsorted

Space For Healing

I found

moments in time

to be part of

a continuous flow

of life.

Holding these moments

lightly,

no longer needing

to cling

or sort each one

completely,

I began to find

my way back

to my deepest heart —

where there is calm —

where all that is sacred

is held safely

and honored.

There was still pain

in many forms,

but places inside

that had once pulled me

out of this place

and sent me searching

for reprieve

began to disappear

before me —

leaving more and more

space for the deepest

kind of healing

in my heart

and in the world

around me.

Honoring

For a While

For a while

my words seemed

to not be heard.

They seemed

to lash out

against each other,

for a while,

as the anger tried to find

its place,

as all that wasn’t right

found its way

to the surface.

And so I began to honor

all these fractured pieces

and assure them

that they did indeed belong,

that they were heard

in me.

And I freed them.

I let them go,

set them free —

trusting them to come back

a little less fractured,

in way that could be heard,

in whatever form needed —

to keep speaking

what was true,

perhaps  a little

more gently

or more directly

or with just enough

passion and restraint —

until they fell silent —

into the place

where there was

no more distance

between the speaking

and the listening.