Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I hold what is here
like a silent prayer,
a quiet acknowledgement —
a reverence.
It isn’t something
I learned.
It is trusting
my inner healer,
my own inner knowing —
an innate understanding.
This holding reaches
deep into my being —
touching a place
that couldn’t be reached
in other ways.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Let our hearts
be open.
Let our wounded places
be held —
reminding us
of our true nature,
helping us to continue on
when we feel like
giving up —
guiding us safely back
to the subtle,
wordless beauty
hidden somewhere
in-between the letting go
and rising above.
Amen
There was a deepening,
a surrender,
a sinking in
to my own deepest heart.
And though there were
no words to describe
or explain,
there came, instead,
the sweetest
kind of silence
as each attempt
was replaced by
a simple, quiet prayer
and faded effortlessly
back into nothing.
I continued on —
participating in
the forever unfolding,
experiencing
and healing —
connecting and being
a deeper me
without knowing
exactly how.
I continued on —
following faithfully
as the path unfolded,
urged on
by an unspoken longing
from within
to hold
something pure
and true —
the one thing
that could quiet
my restless mind
and calm
the deepest aching.
I found I could exist
in the world
and also in my heart —
participating fully
in daily life
without the need
or desire
to stay in
constant dialogue
about the story
on the surface —
choosing instead
to play a little
higher card,
to put these things
aside for a moment —
honoring and holding
a little space
for a deeper story
to be known.
I found
a little magic
in my willingness
to stand still
in my heart,
moving past
the intense places,
through the uncomfortable,
in-between times —
having just enough
courage to keep
showing up
and continuing on.
For the times
when there is nothing
left to do
but keep walking through,
when every word
we would try to say
couldn’t honor
the courage it takes
to just keep quiet
in our hearts
and keep walking,
when all attempts
to explain or sort
only seem
to make it worse —
for these times,
I offer this
living prayer.
Amen
There was
a deeper movement,
a continuous motion
of stepping back —
of surrender
into the pure space
within my heart.
There was a deepening,
a stepping back
into the healing space
within my heart —
where I found
I was most naturally
capable of holding,
honoring and transforming,
with love —
all that found its way
to this space,
this me.
Laurie's Notes 