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From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted

As a Prayer

Laurie's Notes

Let us be

brave enough

to continue to follow

the path of our hearts,

the whisper of hope —

that mysterious pull

to search and explore

and feel the story

beneath the surface —

no longer out of the need

to be fixed

or to fix,

but because we have

felt that longing

in our chests

and dared

to set it down —

to feel the emptiness

in our hands,

if only for a moment.

Help us to trust

in our own ability

to hold this life

a little more gently —

to be willing

to continue on

in each moment —

as a prayer.

Amen

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No Words Needed

Laurie's Notes

Thank you

for this quiet prayer

that frees my attention

to focus again

on this experience

in front of me

and to follow

where it leads.

May it always return

to the quiet space

in my heart —

where all experience

is honored —

where there is

always just enough

understanding and insight —

where no words

are needed

but flow

out sweetly anyway.

Amen

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This Natural Rhythm

Laurie's Notes

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.

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In My Own Way

Laurie's Notes

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.