The silence of my true Self was always there. Even when the world around me and within became noisy and my body wasn’t still at all — the underlying silence never left. Advertisements
Ifound there had always been a quiet prayer within my heart. It had been covered up for a while by the noise of the world and the noise within. It was there each time I dared not to listen to the endless chatter of mind and allowed my attention to land on the space beyond objects and subtle energies within. It appeared gently, as a whisper — like a subtle breeze I might have easily […]
I found peace in the deep knowing that all things could be viewed as being in a state of continuous transformation into tenderness. Every single creative project I entered as well as every life challenge reflected the serenity to be found as I surrendered ever more deeply into this organic movement. Instead of trying so hard to struggle against this natural process, I learned to return to the quiet prayer within and allow outer movement […]
Again and again, I chose to find my way back to the silent spaces my mind once tried to escape. It was a gentle turning away from the constant inner chatter and outer struggles of mind — a sinking down into my heart — where mind, joined with heart, was able to reflect the quiet prayer of a love hidden safely within.
There were times when the most pressing work to be done was to retrace my steps, to return to a place of reprieve — to soothe my own heart a little more.
After a while, I learned to listen to the quiet prayer within. It began as a whisper without words, but its presence was enough to light my path when I felt most challenged. It reminded me of the all that was miraculous and led to a place of compassion for myself and others here at this time as souls in human form.
Quiet our hearts, just enough — that we may know the love beneath all things. Give us courage to choose, in each moment, where to go from here. Amen
For a while, I looked to the outer world for something that would offer an answer or mend the whole in my heart. But this journey had a way of softening the healer in me, little by little — until the purity of her love could no longer be denied — until there were no more holes in my heart to be filled. And life began to reflect a truer, gentler me.
At a certain point, the only path I could see as holding any possibility for anything real wasn’t a path I could see at all. It was the one that unfolded as I stepped.
I learned to listen to life, not as a distant, separate being, but as a gentle interpreter of messages to deeper parts of me. I loved the tender way the messages softened as I found courage to soften my own heart a little more.