Tag: Higher self

Somehow

Within the Mystery April 15, 2019

For a while

it seemed something had

gone terribly wrong.

I had lived through

much contrast and

overcome many challenges.

And yet part of me still felt unsafe

as the contrast continued.

Somehow, just like the very first time

I dared to stop and allow

all of the pieces I had been holding

a little too tightly

to fall around me,

I found the courage again

to gather up the pieces

and sink a little more deeply

into my heart —

taking one more step

into tenderness.

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A Gentle Path

Soothing March 25, 2019

Words became a gentle

path back into the willingness

to feel and to be a little more

present.

After a while, they began

to echo the silence of

my deepest heart —

winding their way through

old wounds —

soothing whatever appeared

along the way.

This Space Within My Heart

Soothing March 16, 2019

It made no difference

how many times I seemed

to lose my footing.

It didn’t matter how many

times I fell.

After a while,

I understood I could

always find my way again.

After a while, I realized

I was, in fact,

this space within my heart.

I came to understand I had

survived something difficult

and landed in a lower vibration —

for a while

where the sound of my soul

seemed faint.

But I could find my way

again.

Within the Unfolding

Continuing On January 21, 2019

Life continued to unfold.

With the reconnection

to a deeper sense of self

came a lingering sadness

for the difficult path

traveled in order to reach

a more expanded view

and for the equally difficult

path of awakening

of the greater whole.

Becoming more at ease within

the unfolding took a little bit

of getting used to.

It helped to remember

to remain in the sacred space

of the present moment —

where spirit, body,

and higher mind were joined —

where reprieve and healing

had been found so many times.

Something Beautiful

Tenderness, Unsorted December 2, 2018

There was a longing for some missed step along the way, some kind of orientation to life or honoring of the intensity of the spiritual journey that didn’t happen soon enough. And so finding my way back to where I could sense a loving higher self had been a long, tedious journey.

The process of gathering up fractured parts of self came with its own kind of heartache. Somehow, thankfully, it also came with added tenderness. That’s what kept me in the game. It was the awe at how I kept finding just the right piece just before I really needed it and the resolve to stick with myself no matter what.  It was the determination  to learn to trust life and to turn what looked like a complete mess into something beautiful — again and again.

Against All Odds

Tenderness November 30, 2018

There were moments of deeply felt grief, having endured a long, intense spiritual and human journey. There were regrets and lingering physical scars and emotional wounds.  And there was tenderness, something that was understood deep down to somehow be the whole point.

There was the understanding, in the brief moments of outer calm, that I had given up many things on this journey — but not this. I wouldn’t have been able to endure without this tenderness of spirit.

I wouldn’t have been able to be present in a world of challenges without having broken apart and come back together. I wouldn’t have been able to look at overwhelming challenges and destruction without knowing what is possible. I had been to the edge of destruction in my own way and had, against all odds, transformed — not with my own limited human self alone, but in cooperation with something much bigger that I didn’t quite understand.

At a certain point, it became clear that standing on the edge of destruction was only one way this thing could go. It was possible to be moved also by respect and compassion for having made it so far and the passion to prevent future suffering wherever I could. It was possible to nurture and allow the smallest spark of pure love to ignite.

Gently Whispered Prayers

Unsorted August 11, 2018

Words formed out of silence — from a higher place. Somehow, in a not so mysterious kind of way, gently whispered prayers connected an expanded sense of self.

A new kind of thought was born

out of a willingness to reach back  —

offering comforting words,

while remaining open

to the same gently whispered prayers

from somewhere beyond this time.