I learned to look for the light in every experience, no matter how dark it looked at first glance. It meant being willing to not know exactly how situations would transform, while knowing they would in fact transform. It meant being willing to be still in my heart and diligent with thoughts while daring to place my feet in the world of form. There was a delicate softening — the transformation into tenderness. Tenderness spilled […]
What Now was a gentle way of continuing on. It meant being okay with where I was. It meant being okay with where others were as well. It meant letting go of the need for outer stories to go a certain way, while still being present and offering my part I found What Now to be a good place to focus in each moment. It was a saving grace to learn to keep my focus on the unfolding […]
Help us to remember that underneath all that appears is a quiet space — where we know we are more than the parts we play. Remind us of the sacred art of healing from within. Amen
I wish to reflect all that is soft — to offer my love to all that is not — to remind us of the sacredness of the journey and the beauty in the transformation.
I let go once more into the emptiness, into the mysterious and messy and beautiful – because I have learned what it means to be whole and to trust in all that is here and all that is within.
I found the more I looked and anchored myself just below the surface and practiced filtering all things through my heart, the more I was able to filter out pieces of truth. I trusted in my ability to know when to pull back and integrate, taking care to push just enough — avoiding extreme ups and downs. I began to listen and trust in my own attention and the gentle thoughts that formed out of […]
There were times when I didn’t know whether to form words or not, when I knew crying out wouldn’t lead to any more understanding. And so I vowed to honor the sadness beneath the frustration in my own heart and reach past my own temptation to lesson the discomfort I felt by holding a false sense of security in a made up story of separateness. And so I let go of all of it, trusting […]
Because I had felt the subtle shifting at the bottom of my heart and noticed its reflection outside of me, I continued on — keeping my focus in my heart — whispering, feeling, and being that same quiet prayer I had followed so long ago — when it was all that was left.
I found this silent holding prayer began to reach far — through the wounded places — into the tender, most creative magical spaces in my heart that couldn’t be reached in other ways — the ones that carried on so gently through any kind of storm.
I thought I wanted to be understood or fixed. But when it really got down to it, I wanted only to find a place where it was safe just to be me.