There were no words
to express
the purity of love found
uopn surrendering
each carefully gathered
piece of my own heart.
And so without a word
and nothing left
to hold,
I held the space left
in their place
as quiet prayers.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There were no words
to express
the purity of love found
uopn surrendering
each carefully gathered
piece of my own heart.
And so without a word
and nothing left
to hold,
I held the space left
in their place
as quiet prayers.
Healing my own heart
was a subtle shift,
an honoring
of what was there,
a light holding
and letting go —
a gentle transformation
into a new perspective
of what was already.
I think we have hearts
because it was seen
that we might need
a safe place to go
when thoughts and life
became too much
to sort through alone.
And so we hold
this heart space
for each other —
where there is
always calm,
where we are
always okay,
always held —
just as we are.
One of the most
beautiful treasures
of the heart,
was the complete awe
in finding
the empty space
where energies I had
tried so hard
to struggle against
had simply fallen away.
And in that awe,
every connection,
every thought —
every moment
was enough
exactly as it was.
I found there is
a natural rhythm
of life,
one we lose touch with
when we find ourselves
living in our thoughts
or trying to create
just the right
circumstances
or feeling state —
trying to figure out
or find
something to make
this life
more predictable
so that it all makes
some kind of sense.
But I found the deepest
kind of peace
in returning to this
most natural rhythm
of life.
And so I allow
my words
to find their own way —
that they might
reflect this natural rhythm
and remind us
what it feels like
to be alive and free.
Since I was a little girl,
I saw there was
more to life
than what we could see
on the surface.
And so I found myself
looking for the deeper story
in everything.
I wasn’t interested so much
in memorizing lines
and verses.
I wanted to feel
where the story
was coming from.
And so I did.
And then I experienced
what it was like
to be unable to feel
this deeper story
for a while
and struggled to find
my way back again —
so that I could share
my own story
in my own way.
Sometimes it’s nice
to show up
as I am —
to meet others
as they are —
to toss my thoughts
and wait
for them to come
back down
a little more gently —
to hold a space
for just the kind
of love
that doesn’t need
a continuous narration
or specific way
to be.
I found a certain joy
in listening
to life —
holding moments
and thoughts
and letting go —
listening without needing
to cling
or becoming stale —
joining the continuous
motion of life —
noticing the quiet stillness
in all if it.
It became increasingly helpful
to meet life
from a gentler place.
And so I held
my ground within
my heart —
remembering how
I had so delicately
held and let go
of all that crossed
my path
as I found my way
to this position —
letting go of all
I couldn’t sort out
all at once —
noticing as
pieces came together —
a little at a time —
naturally —
without my
over-thinking
and doing.
And with this same
natural motion,
I continued on.
I found there were
places along the
winding path
of my heart
that remained
unsorted.
It was these unresolved
pieces of my own story
that I came to honor
as doorways
into the mysterious —
the place where words
couldn’t go
and only the purest love
was felt
in their place.