I found that
Love,
in its purest form,
doesn’t depend
on some end
goal.
It honors all
of life —
all that unfolds
out of itself —
for however long it
stays.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found that
Love,
in its purest form,
doesn’t depend
on some end
goal.
It honors all
of life —
all that unfolds
out of itself —
for however long it
stays.
At a certain point,
I began to seek
truth
for the sake of truth.
The decision was made
to set down
everything.
There were no words
for the gratitude
I carried on
for the little
frightened parts
of me
that sensed
and remembered
being unbroken.
Thank you
for walking with me
through my despair
when there was
no guarantee
that it would
be enough
to reach
the other side —
aside from
the feel of
your steady hand
and willingness
to wait for mine.
For a dear friend who asked me what I learned after a long recovery from anorexia
and for all of us —
I found that,
without a doubt,
who I am
is more than
this human body
and mind.
I know this,
not because I studied
with enlightened beings,
even though I did.
I know this because
I lived it.
That is the power
and tender treasure
in this human journey,
especially those
that involve
deep healing.
I found this human
being to be a part
of me
with many parts
of its own,
some that are beautiful
and easy to love
and some that are
more difficult.
I found my greatest
healing in holding,
honoring and letting go.
I found this was a natural
process.
I found the core
of who I am
is Love.
I found this Love
naturally reveals
just enough information
in each moment.
I found my symptoms
and outer triggers
to be, in fact,
pieces of information
along this sacred journey.
I came to see
this life
wasn’t just about
healing symptoms
and reaching goals.
It was about the journey
itself.
And I began to remember
just how sacred
life is.
I began to see
myself as connected
to all of it.
I found I was
connected in each moment
to a higher self
and to the whole.
There was no need
to search outside
of me
for that connection.
There was no need
to try so hard
to manifest much.
Whispers of
pure spirit,
nature,
and the connection
found in a handful
of deep friendships
were more satisfying
than anything else.
I found joy
in being in a creative,
sacred space
with others
and my Self —
that silent space
of Love.
I learned to listen
with my heart —
navigating my way
gently through
all that had been
too much.
I found I could
back up a little
when part of me
needed picking up.
I found relief
in letting go
of everything,
refocusing
in my heart
and waiting for
words to form
as a prayer —
reaching deep down
to where I couldn’t
reach before —
always just enough.
At a certain point,
I found
that projecting myself
any further into
the future
than that very moment
was not something
I could afford to do
any longer.
And so I prepared
as best I could
for the unknown.
And as I had done
before,
in a moment
of absolute truth,
I vowed to show up
in that moment
and the next
and trust
that my willingness
to risk
would be met.
And I knew
I would never
leave the prayer
that began
in that moment
of truth.
I hold this space
for a new way
of being.
I honor the
sacred journey
in me
and in you.
Amen
I honor each
heart that has
shown up
to find its own
true voice
at a time
when so much
is being
transformed.
I honor the sacred
journey each one
must travel
alone
in order
to come together
in a new way.
I honor those
who hold a space
for me
to sort through
all that is in need
of sorting.
I honor
this journey
in my own heart.
And I hold this space
for those
just beginning.
Amen
Healing became
less of something
to figure out
after a while.
It began to feel
more like a sacred
journey
as I began to place
my focus
more and more
in my heart.
Instead of trying
so hard to create,
I began to notice
the natural way
I was pulled to
notice life
around me
and inside.
I found myself
holding and letting go
of all that crossed
my path —
as the two became one
delicate movement.
Quiet prayers
were whispered
and symptoms disappeared.
But by that time,
it didn’t really
matter so much
exactly what happened
on the surface
because there was
something tender
in meeting life
exactly as it was.
I return to silence,
to truth.
And out of THIS silence
comes a new voice,
the voice of my soul
and the courage to speak
from THIS place —
no longer held captive
by the thoughts
that are not quite me.
Let them be
there.
Let it all
be there.
I will be
in a different place —
in reverence
of what is true.