There is a certain kind
of joy
in not trying
to attract or create
a certain thing
or experience —
noticing the perfect
unfolding
in its purest form
and honoring
all that is simply true.
Category: Reflections
A Sacred Journey
I came to this
clear space in my heart
where I could be
with my Self
in a different way,
where I could listen
for my true voice
that was always with me,
where I could find comfort
and connection.
I found what was
most important was
my own willingness
to show up
and to meet each
new moment
as it appeared.
I found life could be
beautiful and gentle —
a sacred journey.
To Continue On
I remembered
how I held
all of the pieces
of my own heart,
not knowing
how they would ever
fit together.
And I found comfort
in having taken the journey
and hope in my determination
to continue on
in a healing world.
A Gentler Way of Being
At a certain point,
it seemed most fitting
to move in the direction
of emptiness.
And so I settled in
to the silence
within
and a gentler way
of being.
Within My Heart
I found a little magic
hidden just beneath
what could be seen
or understood.
And so I settled in
to the quiet space
within my heart
where there was nothing
to heal or sort.
Little Treasures
It wasn’t always graceful,
but I learned
how to hold on
a little more tightly
when needed
and to let go
of preformed ideas
of how life should go.
And it was
the subtle little treasures
I would have missed
by taking an easier path
that always brought me
back to my true essence
and to peace.
Not Far
There wasn’t time, really.
And there was no way
to be sure
that it would be
worth the risk.
But to my surprise,
after jumping in,
I found what I had
longed for
and hidden most deeply
there, in each moment,
just beneath the surface —
not far at all.
To Listen to Silence
I learned to hold
and let go
of all of my experiences —
to hold a little longer
until all that was painful
was transformed
into something beautiful.
And then I remembered
how to listen directly
to silence.
Forgotten
In the center
of my heart,
I found
no concepts
and no words,
only the purest essence
of all of my experiences.
And though there was
the sense
of a returning
from the focused holding
in that place,
I found it was
and had always been
what was most true.
I had only forgotten.
A Little More Slowly
When there were
no words,
I was silent.
And when there was
more than I could process,
I tossed it all
back up
and waited again
for the pieces
to fall back down
a little more slowly.
Laurie's Notes 