I found
if I could
reach far enough
without giving up,
at the bottom of
every painful emotion
and experience
was this pure love.
And the way back
into it
was always
straight through.
Tag: anorexia
Just Enough
Remind me
of the tenderness
in going
my own way –
finding just
enough courage
to trust
my own heart.
Amen
No Words Needed
Thank you
for this quiet prayer
that frees my attention
to focus again
on this experience
in front of me
and to follow
where it leads.
May it always return
to the quiet space
in my heart —
where all experience
is honored —
where there is
always just enough
understanding and insight —
where no words
are needed
but flow
out sweetly anyway.
Amen
When It Is Needed Most
I hold this space
in my heart
in honor
of all that has seemed
unhealable,
all that continues
to reach
when it would have been
understandable to give up
the search.
I hold this space
because I know
I don’t hold it alone
and because I have felt
the relief
in finding a safe place
when it is needed most.
Amen
In My Own Way
Since I was a little girl,
I saw there was
more to life
than what we could see
on the surface.
And so I found myself
looking for the deeper story
in everything.
I wasn’t interested so much
in memorizing lines
and verses.
I wanted to feel
where the story
was coming from.
And so I did.
And then I experienced
what it was like
to be unable to feel
this deeper story
for a while
and struggled to find
my way back again —
so that I could share
my own story
in my own way.
A Deeper Story
I found peace
in the letting go
of the need
to hold each detail
of my own life
so tightly.
Somehow,
because all attempts
at solving the puzzle
of my own struggles
in the usual ways
completely failed,
I was left
holding the remnants
of a deeper story.
This was the story
I wanted to share
because it belonged
to a deeper me.
Beautiful Emptiness
With all of the pieces
gathered up,
after having glimpsed
the true peace
at the bottom of
the deep abyss below,
I let go
of everything
and jumped.
I stopped seeking,
stopped questioning,
stopped trying
to know the exact right
way to do it.
This time,
I trusted the pieces
to fall where they needed
to fall.
And I held on
to the beautiful
emptiness in the very center
of my heart instead.
In Vulnerability and Strength
I found a place of
stillness within —
reflected first
outside of me
in others who stood
in the center
of their own hearts.
I found great beauty
in the vulnerability
and strength
it took to stand
in that place,
to listen —
to show up
with a natural
compassion for self
and other
and the pure intent
to hold
what was there.
Underneath
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.
Remembering
No longer bound
by outdated ideas
of how life should be,
I began to show up
in a gentler way —
seeing above
my own limited view —
slipping out
of projections
and old patterns —
making the best
of the pieces
I had to work with
in each moment —
remembering
the sacredness of life
and finding respite
in the middle of
the most chaotic of times.
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