Laurie's Notes

I found my greatest comfort

not in the hope

that this life would manifest

in the way I wished,

but within the surrender

to the unfolding

of another story —

the subtle, natural beauty —

the wholeness

of which I was a part.

From a little wider view,

I saw I had sprinkled

my path

with the most precious treasures

to be found

in just the right moments —

carefully placed 

with love

from a little deeper me.

With a quiet thought,

a subtle brush

with grace,

I vowed to continue on —

to hold

and to let go

of each experience

with love,

no matter how painful,

for as long as it took —

until it was transformed

into something beautiful.

I dared all of me

to be still

for a moment —

to hear my own

true voice —

to know the peace

in this place

where nothing is added

or made better —

where all is blended

gently and magically within

this loving embrace.

For a while,

I longed for this life

to be neatly sorted —

for a day

when all was resolved.

And then somehow,

from a quiet prayer,

I found I had surrendered

a little more deeply

and stepped out

of my own way.

I had become one

with this life,

in all of its messiness

and all of the subtle beauty

I almost missed.

When we reach

the place where words

can’t go,

when the way is unclear again,

I will stand firmly.

And I will keep walking.

I will trust

in this life

and find comfort

in the remembrance

of each step taken

in pure faith.

And so,

having found more questions

than answers,

I continued on.

And I found myself

in a state of prayer —

the kind of praying

that happens when there are

no more words

to recall

or share

or remember —

when all is surrendered

to the purest,

highest good.