I found all things
responded to
being gently held…
and gently set
down.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found all things
responded to
being gently held…
and gently set
down.
I found
all those old
longings to be seen
and understood
and invisible
and left alone
and right
and all that other
Stuff
had actually been
multiple sides
of the same longing for
my own whole
Self.
When I was connected,
I found life to be
a little less
conditional
and a lot more
fun.
I found a lightness
I had forgotten
and remembered
somewhere
along the way.
I was thankful
for all that had
led me around
and through
to that exact
point —
though I could offer it
no words.
I was thankful
to know
we were all
evolving.
I was honored
to continue on —
to focus
a little more sweetly
on where we were
going.
I knew it was
a really tender place.
And I knew it was
a tender place
right where we stood.
I believe in the power
of pure love
and transformation.
I choose to follow
the path of my heart
and stand
in the fire
of my soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I will sit
with you
in this place —
for I know
the heaviness
in your heart
as it is also in mine.
And my arms reach
wide enough
to hold us
both.
I will hold us both
in this place —
where we are
free —
for as long
as we need.
And so the healing
began,
the gathering
of my very
heart,
the not knowing
just how
the pieces fit or
even if they
did.
And then it seemed
to matter less
how the puzzle went
than the love
I found there
beneath the pieces.
I wish to reflect
all that is soft —
to offer my love
to all that
is not —
to remind us
of the sacredness
of the journey
and the beauty
in the transformation.
There was a different
quality of thought
that appeared
out of the emptiness
left behind
as I dared
to drop old
scattered thoughts
and reflections.
After a while,
this became
a natural way
of being in my heart
and in the world.
There was a kind of
self discipline
and loving restraint,
a quiet encouragement
to acknowledge
and look away
from old ways
and focus instead
on what was
already present —
holding space
for even more healing —
within my heart.
Healing my heart was
a subtle shift,
an honoring
of what was
there,
a light holding
and letting go —
a gentle transformation
into a new perspective
of what was
already.
At a certain point,
I remembered
I didn’t show up here
to fit in
or to become
stuck.
I showed up here
to live
and share,
but mostly
to live.
I hadn’t come
to support old patterns,
but to inspire change
and nurture
new ways.