I hold this space
for a new way
of being.
I honor the
sacred journey
in me
and in you.
Amen
Transformed
I honor each
heart that has
shown up
to find its own
true voice
at a time
when so much
is being
transformed.
I honor the sacred
journey each one
must travel
alone
in order
to come together
in a new way.
I honor those
who hold a space
for me
to sort through
all that is in need
of sorting.
I honor
this journey
in my own heart.
And I hold this space
for those
just beginning.
Amen
As It Was
Healing became
less of something
to figure out
after a while.
It began to feel
more like a sacred
journey
as I began to place
my focus
more and more
in my heart.
Instead of trying
so hard to create,
I began to notice
the natural way
I was pulled to
notice life
around me
and inside.
I found myself
holding and letting go
of all that crossed
my path —
as the two became one
delicate movement.
Quiet prayers
were whispered
and symptoms disappeared.
But by that time,
it didn’t really
matter so much
exactly what happened
on the surface
because there was
something tender
in meeting life
exactly as it was.
Voice of My Soul
I return to silence,
to truth.
And out of THIS silence
comes a new voice,
the voice of my soul
and the courage to speak
from THIS place —
no longer held captive
by the thoughts
that are not quite me.
Let them be
there.
Let it all
be there.
I will be
in a different place —
in reverence
of what is true.
My Greatest Hope
It wasn’t about
trying so hard
to create,
really.
Healing my own
shattered heart
was an art,
not a formula.
It took the strength
of each piece
risking to trust
when it would have
made more sense
to turn away.
It took the strength
to reach
and to hold
with open hands —
without grasping
or needing to avoid
being left
alone
in my reaching
while praying
to God that
wouldn’t happen.
It was a risk
that at a certain point
had become
my greatest hope.
No Matter What
There was
a sense of connection
that couldn’t come
out of finally being
fully understood
on the surface.
It didn’t come out
of finally finding
all the answers
to endless questions.
It didn’t even really
come out
of anything
I had gathered
in my attempts
to find it.
This sense of connection
came out of
the whole journey —
through the pain of
rejection
and the willingness
to walk through
the unknown
in search of
whatever it was
I thought I was
reaching for.
But that was the strength
of the pure desire
to reach
and to know my own
true voice —
no matter what.
My Own True Voice
I began to listen
with my heart
to words
reflecting my own
inner knowing.
There was a calling forth
and allowing of
my own true voice
to flow out
though my own
unique experiences
and join
with others
in such a way
as to form
a symphony
of clear sound
and the accompanying
pauses.
I began to
see my own small part
and those around me
as connected
and important —
leading us safely
through all that was
unclear.
Gently
After a while,
life was less
about trying so hard
or forcing
pieces to come together.
It was more about
gently reconnecting
with my own heart,
including those pieces
that were uncomfortable
to hold
at first.
It was about reaching
for a higher self
and back.
It was about holding
and letting go
at the same time —
again and again.
In Trust
I couldn’t see
how all those
pieces could ever
come together.
But I had decided
it was worth the risk
to continue on —
in trust.
And so I tossed
all that I thought
I knew
and opened my arms
to catch
whatever truth,
whatever pieces
came back down —
knowing there was
room for my own
reaching —
knowing I didn’t
reach alone.
Entangled
I honor
all parts and pieces
of a heart
that showed itself
to be strong
and vulnerable,
suffering
and whole —
all at once.
I honor them all
because they refused
to sink quietly
into the back corners
of a heart that was
rightly their own.
I honor them because
the journey
was too much
for any one part
alone —
because turning back
or becoming stuck
would have been
easier.
Still they continued on
through the unknown —
refusing to give up
hope
that their seemingly small
bodies and actions
could reach
and lead each other
to the truth —
however entangled
it had become.
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