I honor
all that is
unfolding.
And I hold
this space
where there is
nothing
to be sorted out
or healed.
Amen
Tag: healing
Remembrance
Perhaps the most
beautiful part
of transformation
is knowing
the place of
in-between —
that first intimate,
still moment
of remembrance
that these are
tender times —
right here,
when no thought
of some distant goal
appears sweeter
and all past memories
take on the taste
of that one moment
of purity
forever.
Transformed
It had not been
an easy path.
But the memories
of the journey
were sweet.
Wounded places
had transformed
themselves into
treasured tender spaces.
Thoughts of separation
had become
prayers of gratitude
and support
to all parts
still in transformation —
arising out of
and leading
safely back to
this now treasured
space within
our deepest hearts.
To Be Free
And so
I gathered up
all that had once
held me back,
all those
in-your-face
old triggers
that once caused
deep pain.
I gathered up all
the memories
of all the times
and all the present
stories and thoughts
of people
and situations
that were
dishonoring.
And with a prayer,
I flung it all
as far as I could —
to be recycled —
to be free.
A Little Deeper Down
In place of
the disconnect
and old dialogues
that used to happen,
all that was
in support of
the deepest kind
of healing
began to rise up.
Old wounds were
honored,
not acted out —
not sifted through.
There was a
new network
of support —
firmly held in place
from a little deeper
down.
Never Again
AlI I had struggled with
for so long
on the surface
appeared much different
from the center
of my heart.
All of my
wounded places
were seen through
as parts of a whole
to be honored.
And that 3D reality
I had struggled with
began to,
ever so subtly —
shift…
from the deep
compassion there
in the holding
of each fractured piece
of my own heart
from within.
And I vowed to
never again let go
of this place,
no matter what
appeared on the surface.
Manipulating the surface
seemed a little silly
after that.
This Sacred Space
Let us be
steadfast
in our own
evolution.
Let us remain
centered in our own
deepest hearts,
moved to action
from this place
and not the shifting
ground around us.
Help us to hold
this sacred space
above all else.
Amen
In This Moment and the Next
Help me to stay
firmly planted
in my deepest heart.
Let this sacred space
be the foreground
of my experience
in the world.
Reflect my silent prayers.
Guide my steps
in this moment
and the next.
Amen
Bittersweet
There was a tenderness
in returning
to the quiet place
in our hearts,
a bittersweet
vow to honor
and release
all that had been
denied
and pushed down
or covered up —
when what had
been seen as
so obvious
in the heart
could not be communicated
on the surface,
not directly,
and my own deepest pain
became triggered.
And so the challenge
became holding
all I knew
to be sacred,
no matter how
it appeared on
the surface —
reaching and joining
with others
who longed to find
a way to continue
to stand
in our hearts
and in a healing world —
holding a space
of compassion
beyond understanding
and finding a gentler way
for us all.
Continue On
Thank you for each
bit of hope
shared on this
sacred journey
of life.
Thank you for art
in all forms —
for the mysterious
way it arises
and leads us back
to the silent spaces
within our own hearts.
Thank you for each
heart willing
to show up,
to create
and to listen
to quiet prayers
and continue on.
Amen
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