Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I return
to the silence
within my heart
in gratitude
for each word,
each gentle thought
that forms,
each piece of truth
that finds its way
back here.
This is where
I place my attention:
now —
this sacred space
once forgotten.
— Laurie Whitesel, Healer of My Own Heart; A Journey into Wholeness
On a gentle breeze,
a whisper
in the wind,
a bit of color —
muted,
I return
to this life
as a prayer.
And so my heart whispered
of the long roads
on the surface
and the harsh reality
of being in a healing world.
How far I would go
was up to me.
The choice was clear.
But I came
to go all the way —
to meet it
at the core.
When the outer world
became louder
and trying to speak
over the noise
was not helpful,
I held on
to the space within my heart
and to the quiet prayers
it whispered.
I return
to this experience
with honor,
knowing it is enough
to hold this moment
of life —
of which I am
a part.
Underneath all that appears
on the surface,
I am the space
within my heart.
And I am
the unfolding —
the sacred journey back
to stillness.
Looking through
the story on the surface
to the essence
of my experience,
holding and honoring
what shows itself to me
in each moment,
I listen
with my heart.
In this moment,
I declare a truce,
a respite,
a little space
for healing —
here, in the stillness
of my heart.
I am this holding
and this letting go
at the same time.
I am this holding
without trying
for any particular result —
holding what is here
exactly as it is
for as long as it needs —
holding without needing
to fix.
I am this.
Letting go
of all I can’t quite
figure out,
I toss the pieces up
or lay them down
gently,
trusting them
to come back
a little at a time
in the present moment,
in a way that is
just enough.
Laurie's Notes 