It was rather sweet —
the way my mind
began to follow
my lead —
listening,
smiling at the silence
instead of filling it —
holding ever so lightly —
one wordless prayer
after another.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It was rather sweet —
the way my mind
began to follow
my lead —
listening,
smiling at the silence
instead of filling it —
holding ever so lightly —
one wordless prayer
after another.
Because of
the most challenging
of circumstances,
I was drawn directly
into the center of
my deepest heart.
From this position,
from this blessing
in disguise,
I was able to
walk through anything.
Looking back,
I wouldn’t have chosen
anything at all
over the peace
I found in that moment —
when there was
no other choice.
Reaching in
to the core
of who I am,
there is nothing
to add
or practice
or improve.
Self-love
is the natural state —
forgotten and remembered.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I continued on —
participating in
the forever unfolding,
experiencing
and healing —
connecting and being
a deeper me
without knowing
exactly how.
For the times
when there is nothing
left to do
but keep walking through,
when every word
we would try to say
couldn’t honor
the courage it takes
to just keep quiet
in our hearts
and keep walking,
when all attempts
to explain or sort
only seem
to make it worse —
for these times,
I offer this
living prayer.
Amen
No longer bound
by outdated ideas
of how life should be,
I began to show up
in a gentler way —
seeing above
my own limited view —
slipping out
of projections
and old patterns —
making the best
of the pieces
I had to work with
in each moment —
remembering
the sacredness of life
and finding respite
in the middle of
the most chaotic of times.
And so
life continued on —
with all of its
ups and downs
and winding story lines.
But I never forgot
or let go
of the peace I had found
at its core.
For the times
when what is
on the surface
is difficult to accept
and even harder
to walk through,
remind me to sink down
a little deeper —
to see from
this place —
to find courage
to continue
from here.
Amen
When life on the surface
became too much,
I found there was
immediate relief
in turning inward,
sinking down
past the thoughts
of how things should be,
resetting to a state
of prayer,
and refocusing
in the present moment
as it appeared —
holding, honoring
and letting go
until it became
something beautiful.
Always, this surrender to
a deeper me
was more satisfying
and more tender
than any experience
I could have created
alone.
For the times
when there are
no words
to express what is
in our hearts,
give us courage
to hold
the quiet spaces
in-between.
Amen