I choose softeness,
calm,
trust —
in this new moment
and the next.
Amen
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Category: Quieting
This State of Prayer
And so I continued on —
holding what appeared
in front of me —
listening with my heart
and letting go
as it faded
and changed before me —
laughing at the silliness
of having tried
so hard
to figure out this life,
grateful that it had
led me safely back
to this state of prayer.
Reaching In
Reaching in
to the core
of who I am,
there is nothing
to add
or practice
or improve.
Self-love
is the natural state —
forgotten and remembered.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
A Deepening
There was a deepening,
a stepping back
into the healing space
within my heart —
where I found
I was most naturally
capable of holding,
honoring and transforming,
with love —
all that found its way
to this space,
this me.
Underneath
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.
A Quieting
There was a quieting,
a surrender into
the truest me,
a letting go
of the need
to arrange all of
the pieces
of a heart I believed
to be broken —
the most natural
kind of peace —
just a little deeper
down.
One Quiet Prayer
When the outer world
seems most chaotic,
remind me
of the calm within
that carries me
safely through
all circumstances.
Help me to listen
a little more deeply
when I am most tempted
to turn away —
never underestimating
the power
of one subtle,
quiet prayer
whispered from this place.
Amen
Courage To Hold It All
Life became
a series of
small surrenders
to a gentler way
of being
in my heart
and in the world —
trusting in what appeared
and faded —
knowing both the space behind
and the unfolding story
at once
and having the courage
and inner strength
to hold it all.
My Greatest Strength
And so my heart
grew weary of the search
for some kind of
relief
from the story
being told on the surface
through the eyes
of the wounded places
in me.
And so its quiet,
wordless whispers
and its ability
to sink in a little deeper
became louder.
And my willingness
to listen
a little more intently
became my greatest strength.
The Quiet Whisper of Love
May we find courage
to follow
the quiet whisper
of love
to our true selves,
no longer pushing it aside
in order to be
what we think
the world needs
us to be —
for the world needs us
to be
what we are —
even if it has forgotten.
Amen
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