Tag: hope

Prayers

Transformed

Laurie's Notes

I honor each

heart that has

shown up

to find its own

true voice

at a time

when so much

is being

transformed.

I honor the sacred

journey each one

must travel

alone

in order

to come together

in a new way.

I honor those

who hold a space

for me

to sort through

all that is in need

of sorting.

I honor

this journey

in my own heart.

And I hold this space

for those

just beginning.

Amen

Reflections

My Greatest Hope

Laurie's Notes

It wasn’t about

trying so hard

to create,

really.

Healing my own

shattered heart

was an art,

not a formula.

It took the strength

of each piece

risking to trust

when it would have

made more sense

to turn away.

It took the strength

to reach

and to hold

with open hands —

without grasping

or needing to avoid

being left

alone

in my reaching

while praying

to God that

wouldn’t happen.

It was a risk

that at a certain point

had become

my greatest hope.

Continuing On

Entangled

Laurie's Notes

I honor

all parts and pieces

of a heart

that showed itself

to be strong

and vulnerable,

suffering

and whole —

all at once.

I honor them all

because they refused

to sink quietly

into the back corners

of a heart that was

rightly their own.

I honor them because

the journey

was too much

for any one part

alone —

because turning back

or becoming stuck

would have been

easier.

Still they continued on

through the unknown —

refusing to give up

hope

that their seemingly small

bodies and actions

could reach

and lead each other

to the truth —

however entangled

it had become.

Continuing On

In Exchange for Beauty

Laurie's Notes

My deepest posture

became one

of reverence.

I found my deepest

self could endure

much shaking

on the surface.

It could honor all

parts of the whole,

without clinging

to a set of ideas

I had thought

myself to be

for a while.

It was no longer

about winning.

It was about

finding a way through

a natural process,

where I had the

chance to participate

in my own evolution —

reaching for a hand —

encouraging others

through my willingness

to face

my own hidden pain

that was entangled

with theirs —

setting down

a false

sense of self

and bits of pride

in exchange for

natural beauty

and connection.

It was the hardest

and most simple thing.

Quieting

Hope

Laurie's Notes

At a certain point,

the only real option

was going to

the source —

risking it all

to find something

worth holding.

It meant looking

within

and finding

that one thing

I could say

was sacred,

that one thing

worth holding

if everything else

I thought I had

understood

turned out to be

untrue.

I had to know

if there was

hope for any of us.

I had to know if

there was something

to be found

in us

that was capable

of holding

anything pure

without messing it up.

And it turned out

there was.

Unsorted

Sacred Space

Laurie's Notes

I began to

listen a little

more deeply,

noticing without

forming thought

too soon.

I found myself

safely grounded

in the sacred space

of my heart.

I could feel

when truth was

spoken

and recognize

my own true

voice rising

out of the silent

spaces I had longed for

and feared.

And I knew I could

filter it out of

any amount of noise

and clutter.