Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Having looked deeply
within this life
once viewed as too painful,
having once wished
to be in a different place
or a little more of something
I couldn’t quite name,
I found tenderness
in the choice to continue
to stand right where I was.
I realized this was where
I could participate
most fully as a part
of a bigger life unfolding.
A little bit mysteriously,
silent spaces
became healing thoughts
and faded back
into silence.
And the pieces I had tried
to heal
took on a different meaning
as they faded
into me.
Letting go
of the need to express
what could be seen
or thought,
letting go
into the silence,
I waited for words
to form —
to reflect the purity
of love
I had felt —
just beneath the surface.
May our thoughts be
quieted —
just enough.
And may we know
the peace within
our own hearts.
Amen.
I settled down
a little more
into the place
of no words.
And I found it was
quite possible
and most natural
to allow life to unfold
gently from here.
And so I hold
this me
that doesn’t need
to try to be
a certain way.
And though it feels
a little bit risky,
I hold on
just a little longer
and trust
just a little more deeply.
And I see that I am
this me.
I am this peace.
— Laurie, Heart Space
I began to honor
all of my experiences
with natural compassion
for myself and others,
instead of trying so hard
to understand or change
what appeared —
holding it all
and allowing space
for natural transformations
and insight
to emerge.
I let go of the ideas I had
about what this outer life
should look like.
And I focused
a little more
on the treasures
I would have missed
if life had flowed
a different way.
And the little parts
of me
that once tried to fit
somewhere else
couldn’t help but turn back
and surrender a little more.
I found I could,
at last,
hold the gap
between the pure essence
of my inner heart
and the unfolding
within and around me.
And though the contrast
was still great,
I found I was stronger.
This time,
instead of letting go
of my Self,
I held my ground.
I am the endless prayer
carefully tucked away
and never lost,
a whisper of truth
not quite heard —
the silence
of experience felt
when there are no more words
to remember.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
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