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.