I found there is a prayer within us all, a whisper of hope gently quieting our hearts — reaching through old wounds and labels — gathering pieces of a gentler story waiting to be told. Advertisements
Thank you for walking with me through my despair when there was no guarantee that it would be enough to reach the other side — aside from the feel of your steady hand and willingness to wait for mine.
I learned to listen with my heart — navigating my way gently through all that had been too much. I found I could back up a little when part of me needed picking up. I found relief in letting go of everything, refocusing in my heart and waiting for words to form as a prayer — reaching deep down to where I couldn’t reach before — always just enough.
I began to listen with my heart to words reflecting my own inner knowing. There was a calling forth and allowing of my own true voice to flow out though my own unique experiences and join with others in such a way as to form a symphony of clear sound and the accompanying pauses. I began to see my own small part and those around me as connected and important — leading us safely through […]
There was peace in being without words — allowing all that was too much to be — waiting for a more subtle message to form — wating for our hearts to speak.
I found words shared with pure intent could travel deep down into parts of us in great need of comfort. I found just a few, deeply felt, could calm the places where nothing else could reach.
I had to know what was right there with me, an internal knowing I seemed to have lost — a different kind of thought that bubbled up subtly more like sensing — a quiet prayer that, when followed, led through challenges — past all the surface hype — back into real satisfaction and lasting calm — naturally clearing away every other question — softening everything in its path — if only I could remember the […]
Words appear out of the desire to somehow reflect the complete surrender of trying to express and comprehend the unspoken connection to the natural source of peace within my heart and yours. But my prayers have no words at all.
And so I entered a state of prayer, an intense healing — a holding of the most tender kind, the decision to go all the way to the core, to find the place before the words, and to never turn back.
I turned around, remembering all who had reached out a hand when I thought I was lost, when I couldn’t hear my own voice or find my own sacred ground. And at last there were no words, no more questions — no other choice but to reach back.