And so it happened
a little bit mysteriously
that my outer life
began to match
the peace
and compassion I felt
for my own
perfectly imperfect,
not quite all put together,
genuine heart.
Tag: eating disorder
No More Words
I am the endless prayer
carefully tucked away
and never lost,
a whisper of truth
not quite heard —
the silence
of experience felt
when there are no more words
to remember.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Laurie's Notes 