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
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
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
There were times when the stories around me were complex. I knew the only hope was a miracle — often more than one. And so I vowed to clear my own mind and heart and become one with the quiet prayer that had carried me that far.
I vowed to hold the remaining bits of trauma in my heart — knowing they would be transforned into healing words. And I held each new moment as it unfolded.
Words pointed back to miracles past, comforting pieces of my heart and connecting me in each moment to a timeless, unshakeable higher me. But my prayer had no words.
There remained
a lingering sadness
touched by tenderness.
There were difficult
moments
and hands to reach
out to
when reminders came
of the sometimes
difficult path.
There was a knowing
and a compassion
I wouldn’t have
traded in
for the journey back
to my own heart.
I am healer.
When times get hard,
I stand firm.
With gentleness
and love,
I reclaim each part
of me.
When the outer world
becomes noisy
and my inner pain
is too much,
I begin by stopping
and find relief
in walking through.
— What’s Right Here