And so I learned to reach a little further into my own heart. I learned to reach for a little hidden magic and a quiet prayer to hold for as long as it took — until the softness I felt there began to spill over. I learned to reach for healing words reflecting silent spaces in hearts that knew the sacredness of the journey back whenever old wounds showed up again. I learned to soften […]
A little at a time, I learned to trust in the natural flow of life. I learned to wait a little longer to form judgements and interpretations. I learned to not wait so long to reach for the part of me that could see a wider view and offer just enough in each moment.
Thank you for all things reflecting the sweetness of the connection with my own deepest heart. Thank you also for all things along this path that have challenged me, adding to the tenderness of the journey and lighting a fire of courage to become a little more free. Thank you for courage to set these things down. Amen
I found it was possible to keep my focus on the deepening connection with my inner knowing that guided me. Things and people showed up as support and confirmation of my own inner process. There was relief in no longer needing to become more tangled up in past traumas, future uncertainties, or present challenges.
I found my greatest joy within the quiet moments where there was nothing to do but hold and honor all that appeared until it spilled over and the essence of every experience became a prayer.
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.
I found my way to the gentle healer within, the part that had included and transformed other parts of me. And I found the deepest kind of relief and calm as she reached for the parts that had been carefully hidden.
I always returned to the tenderness I first knew to follow. There were doubts and questions and moments where the path seemed less clear. But it always led me safely back to the tenderness within my heart.
I found I could remember the purity of my heart. I could allow all parts of me to be drawn gently back to the place of natural calm.
There was a delicate tenderness in the ability and willingness to look beyond the surface of all things — to stand firmly in my heart in all instances — to refuse to miss treasures hidden within — to renew my vow with each step — to always find the path of my heart.