Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I learned the value
in aligning
with my own
heart.
Old patterns
fell away as
I continued to love
all of the many
different parts of
Self.
The goal in each
new moment became
accepting and
integrating parts of
the whole,
allowing love
to flow more freely
from within.
Softening became
a choice
in each moment
as I learned
to trust my own heart
a little more
completely.
Experiences began to
match the gentleness
of my own quiet
prayers.
During times
of great shifting,
when emotions were
intense
and bodies
and minds tired
most easily
with each added thought
and moment of
learning,
I found it was
possible to return
my focus
to the stillness
within
and count every
single piece of
wisdom gained as valuable —
while being willing
to hold it
lightly —
remaining unafraid
to release all
into the creative space
I learned to
embrace again
and again,
each time a little more
completely,
as I continued on.
I found peace
in each moment
of choice.
I found it
each time I dared
to look things
straight in the face
and reach
for the most healed
part of me
and others
and for the
divine.
It was a choice.
The option was
always there
to close my eyes
and stop reaching.
But I understood where
that led —
after a while.
For the parts
of us
that grieve
for all that
can’t be expressed
in words,
for the frustration
that comes
when words are
attempted
and seen to be
insufficient,
I offer my deepest
silent prayer.
Know that we don’t
grieve alone —
even when it seems
we are on opposing sides
on the surface.
Somewhere, below
the surface stories
and very real
pain,
we know we are
connected.
And we know
there is a part
of us that
is healed.
May it continue
to whisper
as we find courage
to hold our grief
and our healing
together.
Amen
I found there was
a choice
in each moment.
I could choose
to follow the flow
of life,
co-creating with it,
or to move
in the other
direction.
And so I began
to choose
the gentler way.
I found there is
a power in us
that rises up
in challenging times.
When there seems
to be little hope,
it shows itself.
And then it softens
all that it touches.
And it shows us
how to create
beauty out of pain
and tenderness
where there was
chaos.
For a while,
I looked to the
outer world for
something that would
offer an answer
or mend the whole
in my heart.
But this journey
had a way of
softening the healer
in me,
little by little —
until the purity
of her love
could no longer be
denied —
until there were
no more holes
in my heart
to be filled.
And life began
to reflect a truer,
gentler me.
At a certain point,
the only path
I could see
as holding any
possibility for anything
real
wasn’t a path I could
see at all.
It was the one
that unfolded as I
stepped.
I learned to listen
to life,
not as a distant,
separate being,
but as a gentle
interpreter
of messages to
deeper parts of
me.
I loved
the tender way
the messages softened
as I found courage
to soften
my own heart
a little more.
Laurie's Notes 