Quiet Reflections and Prayers
A little at a time,
I learned
to trust in
the natural flow
of life.
I learned to
wait a little longer
to form judgements
and interpretations.
I learned to
not wait so long
to reach
for the part
of me
that could see
a wider view
and offer just enough
in each moment.
There was a
softening
of the story
on the surface,
a gentle resetting.
The default emotion
become one of
peace,
the very thing
my heart had
longed for
and called me to.
There was a more
natural connection
with all of life,
a gentle unfolding
of the quiet prayer
within my heart.
Silent pauses became
welcome parts
of the relaxation into
a gentler way
of being.
I am healer.
When times get hard,
I stand firm.
With gentleness
and love,
I reclaim each part
of me.
When the outer world
becomes noisy
and my inner pain
is too much,
I begin by stopping
and find relief
in walking through.
— What’s Right Here
The more I explored
being with myself
in a new way,
the more I
understood what it was
I was noticing.
It wasn’t the surface
details so much.
I had allowed those
to blur a bit.
It was my own
essence I began
to notice.
It didn’t have
words.
It was subtle
at first.
But I found I could
focus on what was
most healed
in me.
And somehow,
ever so gently,
outer experiences
began to meet
the essence
of my own deepest
heart.
I hold
what is here
with love —
the natural unfolding,
this clear space,
the reverence —
all of this,
including all that is
painful and confusing.
Even as I feel
the shifting ground
beneath me,
I accept and love
all of it
as it is —
right here.
I know these arms
have held
the indescribable pain
of separateness,
reaching inward
and through —
daring to hold
ALL of the pieces
of their own
shattered heart
even before it was
clear they were
not broken —
because somewhere,
underneath the confusion,
a quiet prayer was
whispered.
It seemed risky
at first.
But I never regretted
my decision
to continue on
toward my heart
at all costs.
Somewhere,
subtly, deep down
I knew
it was reconnecting
with my own
deepest heart
I longed for
most of all.
I learned to create
from the inside.
The need to have
questions answered
at once,
a perfect outer
reflection,
and other people’s
understanding
or approval
began to fall
away —
making way for
a deepening peace
to be reflected
outward
from my heart.
As I continued
to reflect on
my own journey,
I began to remember
what original thought
felt like
before being
interpreted
or manipulated.
And this
pure thought
became a kind of
medicine —
reaching a part of me
that had longed
to hear her own
true voice.
Healing my own heart
was a delicate process
of looking within
and gently holding
all of the parts
of my whole self
with the purest
love —
with the help of
my own inner healer
and each tiny piece
that courageously
showed up
to offer its own
unique set of
skills gathered
though an often painful,
incredibly sacred
human soul journey.
I learned
the sweetness
in not having
answers.
I learned to
show up
with my fear
and let go
of everything
I thought I knew
in each moment —
trusting I would be
met.
Words came.
Important pieces
showed up.
But it was
the surrender
to my own unique
journey,
my own higher Self,
that I found
most sweet.
Laurie's Notes 