The delicate process of holding on,
letting go, and reaching without grasping
led to a gentler path.
There I learned the value of
tenderness and became willing to
set down many things in exchange for
a deeper connection with life.
I knew without a doubt that
whatever appeared would eventually lead
back to a tender place in my own heart.
And so I became willing to bear the ache
of leftover traces of unhealed and
unresolved experiences —
willing to be in this place where there are
no guarantees —
willing to show up in each moment
with a quiet prayer and renewed reverence
for the sacred journey,
however it unfolded.