If I could reach back
to the me I was,
I would send
only gentle whispers.
I would send
the kind of messages
that only she
could understand,
the subtle kind
that have no words
and leave no trace
of doubt
that we are
always okay
in the deepest way.
Category: Reflections
Heart Space
I found my focus
within my heart.
And to my surprise,
it seemed more efficient
to keep it there
and allow what was
outside to shift.
Or perhaps it was
that space within my heart
that grew.
Just Time
I longed to know
what was in that
empty space
deep within my heart,
the one I couldn’t
seem to fill
and nothing could ever
really reach.
And so I set down
all of the tools
I had gathered.
And I took the leap.
Maybe it was the fatigue
of having tried
and exhausted
every other option.
Maybe it was
just time.
The Silence Behind the Words
And so I gathered
notes from my heart.
And I always,
at a certain point,
set them all down —
for it was
the silence
behind the words,
the pure love
from which they emerged,
I had longed for.
Moments of Truth
There were moments
of truth
where only those
willing to stand
without preformed thought
and my own
willingness to be
in that place
could go.
Where There Were No Words
I came to the place
where there were
no words.
And I knew it was
my own wordless honoring
I had been searching
to find
through all of my attempts
at understanding
and healing.
Instead of Trying
I found great strength
in the willingness
to show up —
to honor and see
a little past
what appeared
on the surface —
to hold a space
instead of trying
to fill it up.
Back into Silence
All of the parts
of me
I had held
for so long
began to fade
back into the silence
of my true Self.
Sometimes the contrast
was shocking.
But I never really longed
for the way it was
before.
Without Doubt
The road back
to my heart
seemed winding
and difficult at times.
And there were times,
along the way,
when I knew
without doubt
that there was
a deeper story,
when I knew
that it was in fact
these moments of
of pure knowing,
often in the middle
of the most difficult
experiences,
that reflected the vastness
of the love we are
so clearly.
It was these moments
that outshined
and overflowed into
every other moment.
Silent Spaces
A little bit mysteriously,
silent spaces
became healing thoughts
and faded back
into silence.
And the pieces I had tried
to heal
took on a different meaning
as they faded
into me.
Laurie's Notes 