Waiting for Words

The Natural Flow

With a little persistence,

I remembered

who I really am.

I found a natural way

to be in my mind,

in my heart

and in the world.

It became the most beautiful

movement

of holding and honoring

and letting go —

sometimes holding

a little tighter

or a little longer —

sometimes clinging

for a moment

to the edge!

But I always returned

to the natural flow

of love.

Waiting for Words

The Moment of Decision

And so there came

the moment of decision —

the choice

to keep going

with the struggle

or to turn around

and go back,

not back to the past,

but a different option —

the choice to go

a little further —

past the shame

and years of trauma —

past the struggles

to analyze and change —

past all of the noise in my head

and in the world —

back a little further,

a little deeper

to my heart.