Finally there was
no more path —
except to turn around
and stand still
in my heart.
— Laurie, from earlier notes
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Finally there was
no more path —
except to turn around
and stand still
in my heart.
— Laurie, from earlier notes
When you reach
a quiet place
and there is sadness,
when the world seems
a little too intense again,
close your eyes
and remember
the softness of your soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Because I had tired
of the endless searching,
I dared to go
to the edge —
past the pieces
I had tried to fit
together and arrange,
beyond the chaos
on the surface
and below,
not giving up,
not waiting for
one more minute
or one more
reason to turn back —
determined to
find my way
to the very center
of my heart
in that very moment —
where there was calm.
In the calmest part
of my heart,
that which
in all the shattering
couldn’t be broken,
there is solace —
here.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
When there were
no words to match,
when the outer world
failed to reflect
what was most true,
I vowed to stand stilll,
to hold my ground —
to never again
let go
of the stillness
within my heart.
And so this life
continued to unfold
as I settled in
to my deepest heart
without the desire
this time
for my questions
to be answered —
with a subtle knowing
I couldn’t quite name —
holding instead
and being held
by the great mystery itself.
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
When words become
tiresome,
speak with your heart.
I will feel
the message.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
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.
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.