Reflections

Balance Within

Thank you

for kindness.

Thank you for

smiles and notes

and true

connection.

Thank you for

quiet reflections

of peace

as I find

balance within

my own deepest

heart.

Amen

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From A Quiet Prayer, Softening, What's Right Here

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

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.

Reflections

When There Seemed to be None

I found life to be

more complex

than the old

boxed-in thought

that had made sense

for a while.

It wasn’t about

being on the right

team

or choosing

one clear path

over another.

It was about

becoming honest

with myself

and seeing parts of me

in others,

even the most difficult

to face

or heal.

It was about

refusing to stay

stuck in old patterns

and daring to find

creative solutions

when there seemed to be

none.

Quieting

Essence

The more I explored

being with myself

in a new way,

the more I

understood what it was

I was noticing.

It wasn’t the surface

details so much.

I had allowed those

to blur a bit.

It was my own

essence I began

to notice.

It didn’t have

words.

It was subtle

at first.

But I found I could

focus on what was

most healed

in me.

And somehow,

ever so gently,

outer experiences

began to meet

the essence

of my own deepest

heart.

What's Right Here

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

whispered.