I let go, trusting that wherever the pieces fall will be okay — possibly even more beautiful than if I had tried to fit them together on my own. — Laurie, What’s Right Here Advertisements
I wish to reflect all that is soft, to offer my love to all that is not — to remind us of the sacredness of the journey and the beauty in the transformation. — Laurie, What’s Right Here
There was something tender about walking through intense darkness and intense light. There was a very real choice in each moment to reach more deeply into my Self and to offer my love more intensely to the world — to align with all that was beautiful about being alive and to live as a prayer — no matter what.
I found there is a power in us that rises up in challenging times. When there seems to be little hope, it shows itself. And then it softens all that it touches. And it shows us how to create beauty out of pain and tenderness where there was chaos.
I began to get a sense of what it meant to be in the heart, to notice the peace I had longed for. It was quieter here. And still I knew to continue on. After all, there really was no going back and no clear destination — only a mysterious unfolding road ahead of me and the most beautiful prayer I had ever heard — without any words.
Within the great unlayering of my heart and the holding of each precious piece, I found the most beautiful treasure — the gentle, natural setting down of all that was no longer needed — knowing nothing real could ever be lost.
One of the most beautiful treasures of the heart, was the complete awe in finding the empty space where energies I had tried so hard to struggle against had simply fallen away. And in that awe, every connection, every thought — every moment was enough exactly as it was.
There was a quieting, a gentle shift from pure survival to an aliveness that flowed out of the willingness to embrace carefully hidden emotion in a way that was both safe and strong enough to hold the most painful experiences — transforming them, through this holding, into something beautiful.
Because I had tired of old ways or because I sensed the time had come to forge a different path, I settled in just below the surface — daring to stand still in chaos, becoming willing to listen with my heart — letting go of the need to be neatly sorted — rediscovering the subtle, natural beauty in the return to a gentler way of being.
I let go of the search for understanding and relief outside of me. I began to reconnect with my own heart and with my experiences in the world in a gentler way. And to my surprise, this gentler way was so beautiful that just one whisper from this space was enough to drop all that was untrue and unneeded forever.