Sometimes it was
hard to hear
the quiet prayer
in my heart
Sometimes life became
so noisy
and the best I could do
was to hold on
to the knowing
beyond doubt
that it was
in fact always there —
no matter what.
Somehow that was
enough.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Sometimes it was
hard to hear
the quiet prayer
in my heart
Sometimes life became
so noisy
and the best I could do
was to hold on
to the knowing
beyond doubt
that it was
in fact always there —
no matter what.
Somehow that was
enough.
I let go,
trusting
that wherever
the pieces fall
will be okay —
possibly even more
beautiful
than if I had tried
to fit them
together on my own.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I found I could
feel my way
through this life
as I let go
a little more
of cluttered thoughts
and ideas
of how it should
look.
I found comfort
in the subtle insights
I once tried
to sort out.
There was a natural
reverence for my own
journey
and for others.
Prayers became
more wordless
as I began to trust
the one continuous
quiet prayer
I once
turned away
because the contrast
had seemed too vast.
Life became
the willingness
to notice
my own soul voice
behind everything,
to allow myself
to be connected
with my heart —
and to reflect
a little more
love.
Thought became
something that rose up
out of the space
within.
I found
a hidden well
of comfort
and guidance
in the quiet center
of my heart.
And so I vowed
to show up
in a new way,
unafraid to be still
in my own heart.
I vowed to
set aside
all that was
messy and unclear
and uncomfortable
in surrender
to all that was
most healed
in me —
holding space
for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seemed
unhealable
and unsolvable —
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
At a certain point,
I became willing
to stand my ground
as healer
of my own heart —
not as fractured
pieces,
but as the most whole
part of me —
the only one
who could hold
space for healing
for the rest.
I learned to move
in the world
and in my inner
heart
in a way
that couldn’t be
taught.
I learned to feel
my way through.
Symptoms arose
and disappeared
at a certain point.
But that turned out
to be a small note
on the side
of what I had found.
Something whispered,
“Keep going.”
I found
hidden clues
about myself
and how to proceed
in the symptoms
and those annoying
situations I found
myself in —
the ones I had
interpreted
as simply something
to avoid
at all cost.
I found that by
opening to my own
hidden insights,
I was able to move
more fully
into wholeness.