I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
With a little practice,
I found gentler ways
of allowing
myself to be guided
from my heart.
Things that had seemed
overwhelming before
became mysteries
to unravel.
I began to get
a feel for this
gentler way
as little by little,
a bit slower at first,
I began to
notice and act
on clear insights
that led me
to one needed piece
and the next.
I continued on —
feeling more deeply
beneath the surface
for the next
needed step —
reaching ahead
and behind —
holding, honoring,
and releasing
every experience
and daring
to be still —
to listen
and to act
out of the sacred space
within my deepest
heart.
After a while,
I found I could
reach a little past
the surface
of what appeared.
I found I could
connect with
a peace independent
of outer
reflections.
I found my deepest
healing in the space
rediscovered,
a little more in each
moment —
within my heart.
There came a time
when I refused
to give up
the bigger goal.
I vowed to
surrender every last
part of me
in every single
moment
for no other reason
than to experience
my own true
essence.
Moments of deep
peace always came
with a surrender —
a prayer of
admittance
that there was
really no acceptable
way of proceeding
alone,
as a separate part.
The peace was in
seeing a little more
clearly
from an expanded
sense of self.
More and more
attention was placed
on the embrace
of love
that enveloped​
all of my
experiences.
It no longer
made sense
to continue focusing
anything less into
form.
Life continued
to unfold.
There were difficult
moments.
But they were
always held
and honored in
the purest
love.
It was seen
that all things
emerged from
and faded back into
that same
love.
The contrast was
unbelievable
whenever I looked
back at the way
life had seemed
before.
It wasn’t so much
that the scenery had
changed.
But it had became
more tender.
I found I could
be in my heart
and in the world
at once.
And, in a way
I couldn’t quite
describe,
what had seemed
separate
began to take on
some of the qualities
of the space
within my heart.
I found
I could leave
my scattered thoughts
in a safe place.
I didn’t have to
sort them all
at once.
I could trust
my inner healer
to allow
just enough in each
moment.
And so I let go
a little more
into the space
within my heart.