Quiet Reflections and Prayers
When I have let go
of so much,
when my body is tired
and my spirit is too,
when I can’t see
a break in the story,
remind me of the calm
just beneath the surface,
the slightest change
of positioning,
and that little bit
of backing up
so that I may
retrace my steps
to even greater reprieve.
Amen
I believe
in the power
of pure love
and transformation.
I choose to follow
the path
of my heart
and stand
in the fire
of my soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
For a while,
I followed the endless
promises of another
way out
of pain and longings —
only to be caught
in cycles
of up and down
and forward
and back.
And so I began
to follow the pieces
of me
that could lead
in a different way —
calming and evolving
with each small surrender
and bit of courage
to keep showing up
as healer
of my own heart.
Let this life move
in its most natural way —
quietly, silently
honoring and listening
a little more deeply,
living from beneath
the surface —
deeply rooted
in its own
pure essence.
Amen
I hold this silent prayer
in my heart
in honor of
all that has been
unloved,
misinterpreted,
and judged.
I meet it this time
with a place of honor,
respect and
unconditional love
for self and other.
Amen
For a time,
I seemed to lose
the sacred ground
of my deepest heart,
the place where
subtle knowing
is heard louder
than words.
What a beautiful discovery
to look back
and know
this place as me.
There is a
quiet connection
in the stillness
of my heart —
a peace containing
all emotions
and yet only love.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
When there were
no words to match,
when the outer world
failed to reflect
what was most true,
I vowed to stand stilll,
to hold my ground —
to never again
let go
of the stillness
within my heart.
Let our hearts
be open.
Let our wounded places
be held —
reminding us
of our true nature,
helping us to continue on
when we feel like
giving up —
guiding us safely back
to the subtle,
wordless beauty
hidden somewhere
in-between the letting go
and rising above.
Amen
There was a deepening,
a surrender,
a sinking in
to my own deepest heart.
And though there were
no words to describe
or explain,
there came, instead,
the sweetest
kind of silence
as each attempt
was replaced by
a simple, quiet prayer
and faded effortlessly
back into nothing.
Laurie's Notes 