For a while it seemed
the magic had been
forever lost.
But it was
there within
the subtle way
I learned to
start again
and listen a little more
intently —
this time with my
heart.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
For a while it seemed
the magic had been
forever lost.
But it was
there within
the subtle way
I learned to
start again
and listen a little more
intently —
this time with my
heart.
When the world seems
most noisy, point us to our
hearts. Speak through us,
reminding all parts of us of
our mission to reflect
what is within
into a world in need of
softening. Amen
I found there is
a prayer
within us all,
a whisper of hope
gently quieting our
hearts —
reaching through
old wounds and labels —
gathering pieces
of a gentler story
waiting to be
told.
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.