Within the Unfolding

Life happened

within its own


It happened

within the search

for wholeness,

in the endless reaching


and in the

surrender to

the delicate balance

of meeting my own

whole Self in each

moment and holding

the pure love

of the sacred space

into which it

always returned.



There was a


of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of


the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

With Love

I hold

what is here

with love —

the natural unfolding,

this clear space,

the reverence —

all of this,

including all that is

painful and confusing.

Even as I feel

the shifting ground

beneath me,

I accept and love

all of it

as it is —

right here.

I know these arms

have held

the indescribable pain

of separateness,

reaching inward

and through —

daring to hold

ALL of the pieces

of their own

shattered heart

even before it was

clear they were

not broken —

because somewhere,

underneath the confusion,

a quiet prayer was


A New Path

I found

it was possible

to turn in the direction

of natural unity

and abilities

in a world that had

put just about


above the sacredness

of its own soul

and body.

I found it was possible

to look

at where I stood

and choose

to take a different path —

to not get lost

in the grieving of

what could have been

or settle for

bad copies

of what was still

pure —

to remember

what had been kept

hidden and safe


my own heart

and to use the skills

I had learned

to find

or create

a new path.

Along the Way

Life became

more of a natural,

organic process.

Figuring every step

and knowing

exactly how

to do it

was replaced with

quiet joy picked up


in the exploration,

the delicate

innate ability to

trade in confusion

for a search for


and the magic

of unexpected treasures

found along the way.

No Matter What

There’s a tender

kind of humility

that comes out of

finding one’s own

deepest beating heart

and vowing to heal it

at that very core —

no matter what happens

on the surface —

because it is seen

that to make any kind

of lasting difference

it simply must

be done.

Words like should

and never no longer


In fact, all words

fail to express

the view

on the way back