In Unlikely Places

It was sobering to find tenderness in unlikely places — to be willing to listen to life — tossing up thoughts and stories gathered and held so carefully in exchange for a new kind of emptiness and the courage to regather pieces of my heart again and again — each time a little more sweetly.

It was a relief not to need to fit the many pieces of my heart together all at once.

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A Place of Reprieve

There were times

when the most pressing work

to be done

was to retrace my steps,

to return to

a place of reprieve —

to soothe

my own heart

a little more.

All That Was Tender

After a while I learned to be in my heart and in the world. I learned to extract all that was beautiful and all that was tender from each experience. I learned to stand with the part of me that was most healed and let go — holding the door of my heart for all that was not quite beautiful — daring to continue on with love.

With Love

Thank you for courage

to follow where my heart

would lead

and for resolve

to stand firmly

through challenges within

the creative flow

when it would be easier

to take a different path.

Bless all who dare

to continue to create

with love

and those who have not

yet begun.

Amen

Echo of Silence

I fell in love with

the echo

that followed words formed

and allowed to flow

out of silence.

This echo of silence reminded

my heart of the forgotten

magic hidden within —

calming and soothing

all in its path,

A Place of Surrender

What Now became

a way of being.

It took a bit of practice

to allow my mind

to relax into a place

of surrender to the prayer

within my heart

and to integrate parts of me

I had previously struggled

against.

But hidden within this place

was true healing

and peace.

From Here

And so the decision was made

to continue on.

There was no room

in that moment

for regret or any other

cluttering thought.

There was silent understanding

in each open heart

that the time had come

to listen a little more deeply

and speak a little more

intently from here.

Without Words

After a while,

I learned to listen

to the quiet prayer within.

It began as a whisper

without words,

but its presence was enough

to light my path

when I felt most challenged.

It reminded me of

the all that was miraculous

and led to a place

of compassion for myself

and others here at this time

as souls in human form.

In the Direction of Restoration

I learned the value in reclaiming

the sacred space within

and reconnecting with my heart.

There were times

when a power greater than

my own small, separated self

rose up and intuitive knowing

could no longer be ignored.

Each moment became

a conscious choice of

“What now?”

Anything not moving in

the direction of creativity

and restoration

fell away.

My Own Quiet Prayer

Following a prayer from

a deeper part of me

felt more like listening than

creating plans of action.

It meant turning down

the volume on old patterns

of thought and trusting my own

inner resonance in deciding

where to place my feet.

It was comforting to feel

the familiarity as I moved

a little closer to my own

quiet prayer.