Quiet Reflections and Prayers
With a little courage,
I stood still
in my heart.
And in this place,
I found I could see clearly
at last.
I found I was held
in a gentle embrace,
a deeper me.
I learned
to hold and let go
of all that found its way here.
And to my surprise,
I found I had embraced
this deeper me right back
and healed her
just the same.
Like a hidden secret,
underneath all of the pieces
so many had tried
to put together,
I found my own
inner healer
who was quite okay.
And I couldn’t help
but love her and me
as she loved
all of the pieces
of her heart.
I trust
in this moment.
I have all I need.
It is safe to be still —
to look with love
at all that is
in my heart
and in my world —
to intimately know
the peace
that is here.
And so there was
a quieting,
a sacred holding,
the journey within —
where all was dissolved
into the purest love.
I trusted completely
in my heart
and held my ground,
unsure of where
it would lead —
knowing the essence
of whatever appeared
from here
would have to match
the purity
of this love.
It was my willingness
to allow the surface
to be
a little unsorted
that led me
most directly
to the unseen beauty
and clarity
within the stillness
of my heart.
In the stillness,
I find connection
with the love
that is here,
that is me,
allowing this love
to flow out
into the world.
I am healer
of my own heart.
And I am love.
There is a certain kind
of joy
in not trying
to attract or create
a certain thing
or experience —
noticing the perfect
unfolding
in its purest form
and honoring
all that is simply true.
I return again
to silence —
to listen
with the very heart
I once viewed
as broken,
to stand still
where I was once
afraid to pass through —
to find
my deepest comfort
in all that I couldn’t
quite fit together.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I came to this
clear space in my heart
where I could be
with my Self
in a different way,
where I could listen
for my true voice
that was always with me,
where I could find comfort
and connection.
I found what was
most important was
my own willingness
to show up
and to meet each
new moment
as it appeared.
I found life could be
beautiful and gentle —
a sacred journey.
Laurie's Notes 