Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Life happened
within its own
unfolding.
It happened
within the search
for wholeness,
in the endless reaching
outward,
and in the
surrender to
the delicate balance
of meeting my own
whole Self in each
moment and holding
the pure love
of the sacred space
into which it
always returned.
The more I began
to focus
on what was
appearing
right in front
of me,
the more I felt
the presence
of my own
wholeness.
There was a holding
and letting go
of what appeared
on the surface
and a sense of
connection
I knew couldn’t be
lost.
Thank you for gentle
souls who dare
to keep going,
refuse to give up
hope,
and continue
to look for
and hold
magic found
in unlikely places —
no matter how
many times
their hearts seem
to shatter
or how many
pieces need to be
gathered or set
free.
Thank you for
tender heart
friends.
Amen
A little at a time,
I learned
to trust in
the natural flow
of life.
I learned to
wait a little longer
to form judgements
and interpretations.
I learned to
not wait so long
to reach
for the part
of me
that could see
a wider view
and offer just enough
in each moment.
There remained
a lingering sadness
touched by tenderness.
There were difficult
moments
and hands to reach
out to
when reminders came
of the sometimes
difficult path.
There was a knowing
and a compassion
I wouldn’t have
traded in
for the journey back
to my own heart.
After all of the holding
and letting go,
more than I ever thought
possible,
what is left
is a silence,
a reverence —
a trace of lingering sadness,
a treasured tenderness
surrounded by the
purest love.
—What’s Right Here
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.
There was a quality
of persistence
joined with self-restraint
needed to ride
subtle energies
that led to a deepening
inner peace.
Quiet prayers
and increasing desire
to know my own
soul voice
just a little more
intimately
carried me gently
as I continued on.
It seemed risky
at first.
But I never regretted
my decision
to continue on
toward my heart
at all costs.
Somewhere,
subtly, deep down
I knew
it was reconnecting
with my own
deepest heart
I longed for
most of all.
With a little practice,
I found gentler ways
of allowing
myself to be guided
from my heart.
Things that had seemed
overwhelming before
became mysteries
to unravel.
I began to get
a feel for this
gentler way
as little by little,
a bit slower at first,
I began to
notice and act
on clear insights
that led me
to one needed piece
and the next.
Laurie's Notes 