All posts tagged: heart

Carried Gently

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The shifts toward greater alignment with my heart were painfully subtle at times, but I learned that movement is movement.  I found any amount of flexibility in my mind and body could be held and carried into more movement and more gentle guiding of unaligned fragments of Self back to the center of my deepest heart — in each moment.

Softening

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Softening

It took a little practice, but I learned to remain in my heart. I learned to honor all that was painful while holding space for tenderness. I began to sink into my heart a little more each time I remembered I had the option to remain there.  Experiences that seemed unhealable at first glance began to reflect the softening in my own heart.

Whatever Remained

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One day I realized the peace I felt had come out of the quiet moments, the insights that came that couldn’t be shared or explained. It had come out of whatever remained of the grief of being within a separate self and the grace of having found my way back to my whole heart. It was the non-verbal kind of feeling my way through life that had saved me. It was the wisdom beyond stories […]

In Unlikely Places

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Reflections

It was sobering to find tenderness in unlikely places — to be willing to listen to life — tossing up thoughts and stories gathered and held so carefully in exchange for a new kind of emptiness and the courage to regather pieces of my heart again and again — each time a little more sweetly. It was a relief not to need to fit the many pieces of my heart together all at once.

Beyond

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Softening

There was a settling down into my heart that continued to deepen. I began to understand beyond thinking and listen beyond words. I learned to hold my own shadows and light — letting go of ideas held too tightly in exchange for the lightness of compassion for myself and others and the renewed strength to continue on as a clearer reflection of my own quiet prayer.

Unspoken

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Quieting

It was always tender to reach the point where words couldn’t go — where my own questions, directed outward, became added noise. And I knew it was up to me to interpret the unspoken wisdom of my heart once more — as best I could — without knowing exactly how.