Let us reach
into the place within
our own hearts
where there is
pure intention —
that others will be
encouraged by our example —
reaching for
true compassion and love
over all else.
Amen
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Let us reach
into the place within
our own hearts
where there is
pure intention —
that others will be
encouraged by our example —
reaching for
true compassion and love
over all else.
Amen
When there is much
to sort through,
when we are tempted
to contract —
to pick up old habits
of playing small,
remind us
of the wholeness
we are.
Show us the tenderness
at our core
and right in front of us.
Give us courage
to be this space
of wholeness,
unfolding simultaneously
in these human forms.
Thank you.
Amen
When we have reached
the place
where words can’t go,
when we seem
most separated
by time and distance,
when the way through
all that stands between us
can’t be seen
and all that is known
is the next needed step,
let us remember
the quiet,
often silent prayers,
that led us that far
and continue on.
Amen
And so I vow
to live
in a new way,
fully present and grounded,
unafraid to be right here
among all that is
messy and unclear
and uncomfortable,
in surrender
to all that is most healed
in me,
holding space for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seems unhealable
and unsolvable,
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
— from earlier notes
Remind me of
the importance
of silence.
Help me to
remember the delicate
balance of reaching
and retreating.
May the simple joy
of knowing I am following
my own perfect path
always be enough.
Amen
For a time,
I seemed to lose
the sacred ground
of my deepest heart,
the place where
subtle knowing
is heard louder
than words.
What a beautiful discovery
to look back
and know
this place as me.
Reaching in
to the core
of who I am,
there is nothing
to add
or practice
or improve.
Self-love
is the natural state —
forgotten and remembered.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I found I could hold
what seemed to be
the most extreme opposites,
the deepest pain
and the most tender —
all the pieces
I couldn’t have sorted
as the me
I once thought
I was.
At a certain point,
it seemed fitting
to sink down
a little more into
the silent spaces
within my heart,
to reach beyond
the complexities of being
in a healing world.
It seemed most natural
to search for this place
in others,
to let go
of the outdated ideas
of healing and peace
and to show up in a new way —
to embrace the unknown
with honor
and openness —
to become willing to participate
in our own evolution —
trusting the way to be shown.
Somewhere along the way,
in the middle of
the journey
and the remembrance
of a deeper me,
came a subtle,
wordless honoring
and the longing to find
and become
the quiet prayer
not quite spoken
or heard
in that mysterious,
magical place
of in-between.