I wish
to free myself
a little more —
living authentically
from my heart
in each moment
and letting go of the need
to know the end of the story
too soon.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I wish
to free myself
a little more —
living authentically
from my heart
in each moment
and letting go of the need
to know the end of the story
too soon.
At a certain point,
there was nothing else
to do
but hold and honor
all that couldn’t be sorted
and trust
in the mysterious power
of wordless prayers.
I am healer
of my own heart.
I embrace my wholeness
and my brokenness,
my vulnerability
and my strength.
And with love,
I let go.
I found comfort
in allowing myself
to be
a little unsorted.
And I found a respect
for the unfolding
of life
naturally overflowing
as I continued on
within the mystery.
With a little courage,
I stood still
in my heart.
And in this place,
I found I could see clearly
at last.
I found I was held
in a gentle embrace,
a deeper me.
I learned
to hold and let go
of all that found its way here.
And to my surprise,
I found I had embraced
this deeper me right back
and healed her
just the same.
Like a hidden secret,
underneath all of the pieces
so many had tried
to put together,
I found my own
inner healer
who was quite okay.
And I couldn’t help
but love her and me
as she loved
all of the pieces
of her heart.
I trust
in this moment.
I have all I need.
It is safe to be still —
to look with love
at all that is
in my heart
and in my world —
to intimately know
the peace
that is here.
And so there was
a quieting,
a sacred holding,
the journey within —
where all was dissolved
into the purest love.
I trusted completely
in my heart
and held my ground,
unsure of where
it would lead —
knowing the essence
of whatever appeared
from here
would have to match
the purity
of this love.
It was my willingness
to allow the surface
to be
a little unsorted
that led me
most directly
to the unseen beauty
and clarity
within the stillness
of my heart.