I began to love
and honor
the place in me
I had tried so hard
to help,
the part already
in tune
with the natural unfolding,
connection,
and silence beyond
what could be written.
Love and blessings,
Quiet Wisdom
At a certain point,
I began to set down
the tools I had gathered.
I stopped looking
to gather
and sort
and perfect.
I started showing up
a little more fully
and listening,
a little more attentively,
to the quiet wisdom
within my own heart.
The Space Within My Heart
I am the space
within my heart,
protected and safe —
free to flow in any direction
without effort,
without trying to seek
or learn
or perfect.
I am this —
as I have always been.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Within My Heart
One day I found
I could leave
my thoughts
in a safe place,
in my own heart.
I found I didn’t
need to sort them
all at once.
I could trust
the healer in me
to present just enough
in each moment.
And so I let go
a little more
into this space
within my heart.
With Love
There were no words
to describe
the sacred journey
and finding
a little magic within —
right in the middle
of what seemed to be
an impossible path.
My only wish
was to reflect
a little of this magic
out into the world
so that she might
remember and continue
to transform herself
with love.
Where There Is No More Path
I became unafraid
to turn a different way.
And I didn’t mind
the silence
long pauses,
or solitude
because I had seen
the most beautiful treasures
where there is
no more path.
After a While
Peace, I found,
wasn’t at the end
of a neatly sorted
journey,
but in each moment
I dared to look life
straight in the eye
and see through
what appeared on the surface.
After a while,
the tender beauty
in being able to hold
and let go of
whatever appeared
with grace and honor
and space
became the essence
of every experience.
Reflected Somehow
Just beneath the surface
of what could
be seen,
I caught a glimpse
of a little magic.
And it wasn’t clear
at first
if what I saw
was there at all
or if it was
reflected somehow
from some magical,
lost place —
hidden somewhere
in me.
— Laurie, Healer of My Own Heart
Always Okay
If I could reach back
to the me I was,
I would send
only gentle whispers.
I would send
the kind of messages
that only she
could understand,
the subtle kind
that have no words
and leave no trace
of doubt
that we are
always okay
in the deepest way.
What Came Back
I vowed to stand
right where I was —
to loosen my grip
on life
just a little —
to let go of the pieces
and trust
what came back.
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