Healing deeply was a little different than I had first expected it to be. I had to learn to hold and let go of all the pieces of my heart. I learned to reach for my own inner healer — listening beyond stories and thought — holding space for all that was unhealed in me — respecting the tenderness, authentic beauty, compassion and peace I found there that couldn’t have been taught. I began to […]
After a while, I learned to listen to the quiet prayer within. It began as a whisper without words, but its presence was enough to light my path when I felt most challenged. It reminded me of the all that was miraculous and led to a place of compassion for myself and others here at this time as souls in human form.
I learned to move in compassion. I chose to notice subtle insights and find clarity. I chose to know myself more deeply as both body and spirit, in this body for a purpose I didn’t always understand. I chose to experience negative emotions and challenges in new ways and allow myself to be drawn to new experiences I didn’t know existed. These new experiences showed themselves to me as one continuous quiet prayer. And so […]
It began as a hint of self-love, a quiet prayer passed gently by one or two who dared to risk dwelling in unexplored places within the heart. It continued on as compassion — carried carefully by those who had discovered, in their own way, the pain and beauty in holding a separate perspective and set of original experiences that couldn’t be shared, not really — and the tenderness in reaching from this place.
Thank you for the ability to be gentle and loving and the strength to go against what we must — to follow our own hearts. Remind us of the beauty that comes out of living from a place of true compassion. Give us courage to find our own inner space and to honor this space in others — to keep returning and living from here — that we may truly love. Amen
There was a tenderness in returning to the quiet place in our hearts, a bittersweet vow to honor and release all that had been denied and pushed down or covered up — when what had been seen as so obvious in the heart could not be communicated on the surface, not directly, and my own deepest pain became triggered. And so the challenge became holding all I knew to be sacred, no matter how it […]
Help us to allow all that is pure and true to flow out in art and actions and quiet prayers. Let us search our own wounded places for compassion beyond understanding. Create sacred space where there is none. Help us to find a gentler way. Amen
I found compassion came out of a quiet prayer, the empty space that once held only fixed ideas of how this life should be and kept reaching until it remembered how to hold all of it.
Let us remember the natural way all things appear, transform, and fade. Remind us to hold each other lightly — that we may remember the gentle way of our own hearts. Amen
When what is in my heart and yours has gotten lost, somehow, in translation, may we have courage to hold steady — letting go and trusting in all that can’t be spoken. May the words that come back be firmly rooted in this place. Amen