Through a series
of small surrenders,
I began to linger
a little longer
just below the surface
where there was calm —
where sorting out
seemed to happen
a little more naturally —
somehow settling down
all that dared
to meet me
here, in my heart.
Tag: anorexia
Always
This pain
you feel
is not separate
from the pain of
the world.
But it does not
define who or what
or where you are.
You must keep
searching.
Don’t look only
for relief
or some explanation
or label
to describe
what is on the surface.
Don’t look
to the world
for this.
You may find
these kinds
of answers.
But they will be
surface answers.
Look deeper.
Keep searching
until your heart
begins to speak
louder.
Always listen
to your heart,
even if it seems
so subtle that you
have to strain
just to feel some kind
of faint whisper.
It will
become louder.
May it lead you
always.
Amen.
Nothing Else
And so
I loved
and feared
the silence —
until there was
nothing else.
At the Bottom of a Prayer
At times,
the silence
was painfully
subtle.
But the reflections
that flowed
out of this place
were tender
and led so sweetly
back to this silent
space —
at the bottom
of a prayer.
Silent Prayers
I began to offer
my own hands —
to listen
and whisper
the silent prayers
of our inner heart
into the world
in hope
that we might
remember.
Being Healer
Being healer
meant reaching in
for that last bit
of courage
to reach out
just one more time.
It meant taking
the pieces of
my heart
to safe places
and remembering how
to hold them.
It meant using
my flexibility
to continue on
as I was guided
to new places.
It meant using
my ability
to listen
a little more deeply
and to finally
understand that
the place I had
searched so hard
to find
was the sacred space
within my own
heart.
Most Natural
Out of necessity,
I became willing
to remember how
to see with
my heart —
to dare myself
to hold my focus
just below the surface —
to toss everything
and trust
what was needed
to come back down —
to meet my Self
in each moment —
to notice again and again
that I was indeed
still okay here —
until this was
the most
natural place
to be.
Small Moments
Thank you
for small moments
of in-between —
for this is where
I can hear
my own
quiet voice.
Amen
At the Root
I began to let go
of old ideas
of how the story
should go —
showing up
more and more
in resonance
with my own heart,
no longer waiting
for outer reflections
to change —
looking instead
to the subtle,
lasting effects
of the elixir
found at the root
of my own deepest
pain.
From This Place
After a while,
the need to struggle
so hard to heal
or find relief
was quieted.
The stories continued
but without the power
to pull me
from my heart.
I became willing
to stand firm
in any storm —
remaining grounded
and humble
and empty
of anything that
could have ever
separated me
from this place.
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