I searched
until I found
a gentle way
that included
all parts of me
I had so tenderly
healed,
all that remained
unhealed,
and all that
was born
because I had merged
two paths.
Tag: healing
A Delicate Move
And so there was
a new story
born out of my
determination
not to reject
any piece of Self
or deny the transformation
to continue
and my dedication
to my own
quiet prayer.
It was not a choice
between two stories,
but an honoring
of both —
a delicate move
toward inclusion
I had practiced
before.
The tricky part
was standing my ground
and allowing
what was already
to come together
in my heart
and all of its
reflections.
Through My Willingness and Yours
It was possible
to amplify tenderness —
to hold
and heal
pieces of Self
grown tired
from all the pushing
against
old wounds
needing to be
honored,
not exploited,
and all the back-and-forth
originally intended
to turn us back
toward our hearts.
There was risk,
of course.
But continuing
in the direction of
separation
had become too painful.
We had been healing
at the root.
And so we held our
ground
and found our way —
through my willingness
and yours.
Message in a Bottle
I release
these pieces
having held
and honored
and transformed
each one
into a prayer
in my heart.
I know they belong
not only to me,
but to all of us.
And so I send
this message in a bottle
back
to where I found it —
knowing whatever returns
will come freely,
as a gift from
a deeper me.
The Quiet Prayer
At times
when contrast
and noise
seemed to get
louder,
I found it most
comforting to focus
on the quiet prayer
that never left
my heart.
Okay
I found it didn’t
matter so much
just how things
played out
on the surface.
The wholeness
of the world
around me
and within
never left my side —
ever.
It changed form.
At times
I seemed to be
alone.
But if I got
really honest
and brave enough
to look,
there was always
some connection —
somewhere.
There were times
when the contrast
of connection
and the disconnect
was too much
to hold
all at once.
But I learned
how to hold
and honor
my own steps
and those who
crossed my path —
a little at a time.
Life became
a sacred journey.
And whatever the world
reflected back
was okay.
Unfolding
I found I could
send a note
back
through time
to the place
just before
I needed it —
reaching into
a wordless place
that couldn’t be reached
in any other
way.
Life became
a little sweeter
as I continued
to light my own
unfolding path.
In the Direction of My Heart
Sometimes
the very best
I could do
was focus where
I was —
sinking
just below
the surface
where quiet prayers
were felt —
following —
floating —
allowing
each piece
of me
to flow most
naturally
in the direction
of my
heart.
With an Open Heart
There were times
it seemed
my spirit
was tired.
And so I continued on
a little more
gently —
finding rest
as I lightly embraced
and let go
with open hands
and an open
heart.
Hidden Treasures
I learned
to use all that
had once seemed
unwanted and painful
in my experiences
and inner heart.
I found there was
tenderness
and connection
and meaning
hidden as treasures
to be found.
And so I vowed
to hold
and honor
and set down
all of it —
until I could
hear my own quiet prayers
more clearly.
It wasn’t always
comfortable.
But it was always
tender.
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