The more I began
to focus
on what was
appearing
right in front
of me,
the more I felt
the presence
of my own
wholeness.
There was a holding
and letting go
of what appeared
on the surface
and a sense of
connection
I knew couldn’t be
lost.
Tag: connection
Without Doubt
For a dear friend who asked me what I learned after a long recovery from anorexia
and for all of us —
I found that,
without a doubt,
who I am
is more than
this human body
and mind.
I know this,
not because I studied
with enlightened beings,
even though I did.
I know this because
I lived it.
That is the power
and tender treasure
in this human journey,
especially those
that involve
deep healing.
I found this human
being to be a part
of me
with many parts
of its own,
some that are beautiful
and easy to love
and some that are
more difficult.
I found my greatest
healing in holding,
honoring and letting go.
I found this was a natural
process.
I found the core
of who I am
is Love.
I found this Love
naturally reveals
just enough information
in each moment.
I found my symptoms
and outer triggers
to be, in fact,
pieces of information
along this sacred journey.
I came to see
this life
wasn’t just about
healing symptoms
and reaching goals.
It was about the journey
itself.
And I began to remember
just how sacred
life is.
I began to see
myself as connected
to all of it.
I found I was
connected in each moment
to a higher self
and to the whole.
There was no need
to search outside
of me
for that connection.
There was no need
to try so hard
to manifest much.
Whispers of
pure spirit,
nature,
and the connection
found in a handful
of deep friendships
were more satisfying
than anything else.
I found joy
in being in a creative,
sacred space
with others
and my Self —
that silent space
of Love.
No Matter What
There was
a sense of connection
that couldn’t come
out of finally being
fully understood
on the surface.
It didn’t come out
of finally finding
all the answers
to endless questions.
It didn’t even really
come out
of anything
I had gathered
in my attempts
to find it.
This sense of connection
came out of
the whole journey —
through the pain of
rejection
and the willingness
to walk through
the unknown
in search of
whatever it was
I thought I was
reaching for.
But that was the strength
of the pure desire
to reach
and to know my own
true voice —
no matter what.
In Exchange for Beauty
My deepest posture
became one
of reverence.
I found my deepest
self could endure
much shaking
on the surface.
It could honor all
parts of the whole,
without clinging
to a set of ideas
I had thought
myself to be
for a while.
It was no longer
about winning.
It was about
finding a way through
a natural process,
where I had the
chance to participate
in my own evolution —
reaching for a hand —
encouraging others
through my willingness
to face
my own hidden pain
that was entangled
with theirs —
setting down
a false
sense of self
and bits of pride
in exchange for
natural beauty
and connection.
It was the hardest
and most simple thing.
One True Thing
It was the subtle,
wordless connection
with a deeper me,
that one true thing
I was unwilling
to risk losing
that pulled me
ever so sweetly back
into my deepest heart
and straight through
whatever appeared —
honoring and transforming —
shifting all things
with the slightest glimpse
of one untainted thought.
Silent Spaces
On the journey
into my heart,
there were words
that couldn’t be written
or shared.
With each one
came a little more
letting go
and the understanding
that it was, in fact,
in the silent spaces,
held and known
in my own heart
alone,
that I found
the deepest connection,
meaning,
and desire to continue on.
I found comfort in knowing
that the words I did write
would always find
their way back
to the silent space
from which they emerged.
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