Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Thank you
for all things
reflecting the sweetness
of the connection
with my own deepest
heart.
Thank you also
for all things
along this path
that have challenged me,
adding to the
tenderness of the journey
and lighting
a fire of courage
to become a little more
free.
Thank you
for courage to set
these things
down.
Amen
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.
I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
And so
I came to this
clear space
in my heart
where I could be
with myself
in a different way —
where I could
listen
for my true voice
that was always
with me —
where I could find
comfort
and connection.
It seemed risky
at first.
But I never regretted
my decision
to continue on
toward my heart
at all costs.
Somewhere,
subtly, deep down
I knew
it was reconnecting
with my own
deepest heart
I longed for
most of all.
With a little practice,
I found gentler ways
of allowing
myself to be guided
from my heart.
Things that had seemed
overwhelming before
became mysteries
to unravel.
I began to get
a feel for this
gentler way
as little by little,
a bit slower at first,
I began to
notice and act
on clear insights
that led me
to one needed piece
and the next.
Thank you,
inner healer,
for always being
as you are —
your gentle way
softly calling me
closer to the center
of my heart.
Amen
I found
it was possible
to keep my focus
on the deepening
connection with my
inner knowing
that guided me.
Things and people
showed up
as support
and confirmation
of my own inner
process.
There was
relief
in no longer needing
to become more
tangled up
in past traumas,
future uncertainties,
or present
challenges.
I continued on —
feeling more deeply
beneath the surface
for the next
needed step —
reaching ahead
and behind —
holding, honoring,
and releasing
every experience
and daring
to be still —
to listen
and to act
out of the sacred space
within my deepest
heart.
At a certain point,
I looked back
and realized
it had been
a sacred journey
into my heart
all along.
It had seemed
painfully subtle
at times.
But it was always
sacred.
Laurie's Notes 