I began to sense
a deeper story
than what could be known
on the surface.
And I found I had
a deep respect
for all of the pieces
I couldn’t quite
fit together
and for life itself
that I wouldn’t trade
to have walked
an easier path.
Tag: healing
In Sweet Surrender
And so my heart
was drawn
to all that was
simple and pure.
And my mind was clear
and still —
no longer desiring
to push or impose —
in sweet surrender
to my heart.
Right Where I Was
Having looked deeply
within this life
once viewed as too painful,
having once wished
to be in a different place
or a little more of something
I couldn’t quite name,
I found tenderness
in the choice to continue
to stand right where I was.
I realized this was where
I could participate
most fully as a part
of a bigger life unfolding.
Silent Spaces
A little bit mysteriously,
silent spaces
became healing thoughts
and faded back
into silence.
And the pieces I had tried
to heal
took on a different meaning
as they faded
into me.
Just Beneath the Surface
Letting go
of the need to express
what could be seen
or thought,
letting go
into the silence,
I waited for words
to form —
to reflect the purity
of love
I had felt —
just beneath the surface.
Just Enough
May our thoughts be
quieted —
just enough.
And may we know
the peace within
our own hearts.
Amen.
From Here
I settled down
a little more
into the place
of no words.
And I found it was
quite possible
and most natural
to allow life to unfold
gently from here.
I Am This Peace
And so I hold
this me
that doesn’t need
to try to be
a certain way.
And though it feels
a little bit risky,
I hold on
just a little longer
and trust
just a little more deeply.
And I see that I am
this me.
I am this peace.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Holding It All
I began to honor
all of my experiences
with natural compassion
for myself and others,
instead of trying so hard
to understand or change
what appeared —
holding it all
and allowing space
for natural transformations
and insight
to emerge.
Again and Again
All of the pieces
I have diligently gathered
and those I have set free
again and again,
I let them go —
tossing them up,
watching where they land.
This is who I am.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
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