Help us to
have patience
with ourselves
and each other.
Help us to hold
what’s right here.
I know we’re
all doing
our very best.
Amen
Tag: healing
Less of a Thing
Self became
less of a thing
to sort out
and fix
and more of
a fluid,
flexible way
of exploring
and being —
not so solid.
A Quieting
I gathered up
all of the pieces
I once thought
were broken.
And there was
a quieting,
a listening
silent prayer —
no more pushing,
or needing anything
to change.
It was enough
to know
we shared this space
in our hearts.
My Own Path
I found my deepest
healing connections
in unexpected places.
And so I learned
to trust
the quiet prayer
that led me
again and again
back to my own
just right
unfolding path.
A Quieter View
I began to listen
a little more deeply —
turning down the volume
of thoughts and stories —
focusing more and more
in my heart.
I found the contrast
shocking, really.
There was a tender
kind of sadness
as a quieter view
came more into focus
and what was most real
and true
began to show through
all the clutter.
And I vowed
that however great
the contrast became,
this time —
I wouldn’t let go
of this.
This Listening Prayer
And so it was
this deep listening
prayer
that reached down
into the places
in me
that couldn’t be
reached in other ways —
healing
and reminding me
how to listen
with my heart.
Without Words
I began to get
a sense of
what it meant
to be in the heart,
to notice the peace
I had longed for.
It was quieter
here.
And still I knew
to continue on.
After all,
there really was
no going back
and no clear destination —
only a mysterious
unfolding road
ahead of me
and the most beautiful
prayer I had ever heard —
without any words.
My Very Best
Life began to feel
more organic.
Trying to be
a certain way
or thing
was replaced
with natural movements
of exploring
and doing my
very best with
the pieces in front
of me
in each moment —
showing up
as my truest self
again and again —
trusting in life —
because I had dared
to let go
of everything.
All That Was Left
Because I had felt
the subtle shifting
at the bottom
of my heart
and noticed
its reflection
outside of me,
I continued on —
keeping my focus
in my heart —
whispering,
feeling,
and being
that same quiet prayer
I had followed
so long ago —
when it was
all that was left.
This Silent Holding Prayer
I found this
silent holding
prayer began to
reach far —
through the
wounded places —
into the tender,
most creative
magical spaces
in my heart
that couldn’t be
reached in other ways —
the ones that
carried on
so gently
through any kind
of storm.
Laurie's Notes 