It was the small miracles, the quiet inspirations, that kept my heart pressing on long enough to find a path that didn’t lead further away from itself. It was the gentle, comforting way words formed out of nothingness and courage was found to look challenges in the face — knowing the transformative power of surrender first hand. It was the remembrance of the turning away from my own heart and that first step taken to […]
There was a quiet connection within my heart that never left. Words flowed from somewhere beyond time – comforting and creating space for healing – a path through all that was painful into a place of ever-evolving tenderness.
And so there was a quieting, a sacred holding, the journey within — where all was dissolved into the purest love. Sadness lingered there. Tender memories found their place and helped to form words to point the way to subtle mysteries and treasures only the most tender hearts could hold.
I let go, trusting that wherever the pieces fall will be okay — possibly even more beautiful than if I had tried to fit them together on my own. — Laurie, What’s Right Here
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.
I found 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 […]
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.