I chose to listen to the quiet prayer of my heart. I learned to feel into subtle experiences and knowings beyond thought I searched for peace and fell in love with gentleness. I allowed my life to flow into more gentleness — for that was what I had come to do. Advertisements
There was a settling back in to what had been carefully hidden. The longing to be some place other than that moment was transformed into a delicate embrace and remembrance of my own true essence. There was a knowing that shifting would continue and that it would have to come out of this space.
It didn’t matter how cold the world got because I always remembered the day I found I wasn’t here all alone — when without a sound I began to sense a love that could never not be.
I began to offer my own hands — to listen and whisper the silent prayers of our inner heart into the world in hope that we might remember.
Being healer meant reaching in for that last bit of courage to reach out just one more time. It meant taking the pieces of my heart to safe places and remembering how to hold them. It meant using my flexibility to continue on as I was guided to new places. It meant using my ability to listen a little more deeply and to finally understand that the place I had searched so hard to find […]
After a while, it was most natural to be the space beyond words, that strangely familiar place where thought formed out of nothingness as quiet prayers once known only as far-away whispers triggering some long-forgotten memory of a time when I was not separate from the space within my heart.
Perhaps the most beautiful part of transformation is knowing the place of in-between — that first intimate, still moment of remembrance that these are tender times — right here, when no thought of some distant goal appears sweeter and all past memories take on the taste of that one moment of purity forever.
When we have searched, gathered and dropped every word we had thought to carry back, when all that is left upon our return is the silence in our hearts because we have both given up and found our Love, I will gather the words again for you.
When you reach a quiet place and there is sadness, when the world seems a little too intense again, close your eyes and remember the softness of your soul. — Laurie, What’s Right Here
No longer bound by outdated ideas of how life should be, I began to show up in a gentler way — seeing above my own limited view — slipping out of projections and old patterns — making the best of the pieces I had to work with in each moment — remembering the sacredness of life and finding respite in the middle of the most chaotic of times.