There was a lightness
that came
from not needing
to follow every thought
and a little magic
in the courage it took
to stand
in the silent spaces
in-between.
Tag: anorexia recovery
As Best I Can
I vow to be
in my heart
and in the world
in a new way,
holding
and letting go
in each moment
as best I can,
honoring
my own experience
and yours —
knowing you are
also holding
this same silent prayer.
Amen
Beyond What Could Be Written
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,
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
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.
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.
To Be Still
I dared to stop,
to be still in my heart
just long enough
for words to form
to comfort
all that was unsettled
in me.
And then I found
the comfort came
before the words
in my willingness to be
with all that is here —
in the presence of
my own soul.
Just Time
I longed to know
what was in that
empty space
deep within my heart,
the one I couldn’t
seem to fill
and nothing could ever
really reach.
And so I set down
all of the tools
I had gathered.
And I took the leap.
Maybe it was the fatigue
of having tried
and exhausted
every other option.
Maybe it was
just time.
Silent Knowing
I held on
to my heart
and to the silent knowing
that couldn’t be
expressed.
And there was
great beauty
in being enough.
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