Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Perhaps the most
beautiful part
of transformation
is knowing
the place of
in-between —
that first intimate,
still moment
of remembrance
that these are
tender times —
right here,
when no thought
of some distant goal
appears sweeter
and all past memories
take on the taste
of that one moment
of purity
forever.
It had not been
an easy path.
But the memories
of the journey
were sweet.
Wounded places
had transformed
themselves into
treasured tender spaces.
Thoughts of separation
had become
prayers of gratitude
and support
to all parts
still in transformation —
arising out of
and leading
safely back to
this now treasured
space within
our deepest hearts.
In place of
the disconnect
and old dialogues
that used to happen,
all that was
in support of
the deepest kind
of healing
began to rise up.
Old wounds were
honored,
not acted out —
not sifted through.
There was a
new network
of support —
firmly held in place
from a little deeper
down.
Let us be
steadfast
in our own
evolution.
Let us remain
centered in our own
deepest hearts,
moved to action
from this place
and not the shifting
ground around us.
Help us to hold
this sacred space
above all else.
Amen
There was a tenderness
in returning
to the quiet place
in our hearts,
a bittersweet
vow to honor
and release
all that had been
denied
and pushed down
or covered up —
when what had
been seen as
so obvious
in the heart
could not be communicated
on the surface,
not directly,
and my own deepest pain
became triggered.
And so the challenge
became holding
all I knew
to be sacred,
no matter how
it appeared on
the surface —
reaching and joining
with others
who longed to find
a way to continue
to stand
in our hearts
and in a healing world —
holding a space
of compassion
beyond understanding
and finding a gentler way
for us all.
Thank you for each
bit of hope
shared on this
sacred journey
of life.
Thank you for art
in all forms —
for the mysterious
way it arises
and leads us back
to the silent spaces
within our own hearts.
Thank you for each
heart willing
to show up,
to create
and to listen
to quiet prayers
and continue on.
Amen
Help us to allow
all that is pure
and true
to flow out
in art and actions
and quiet prayers.
Let us search
our own wounded places
for compassion
beyond understanding.
Create sacred space
where there is none.
Help us to find
a gentler way.
Amen
Help me to hold
all that is here.
Remind me
of the tenderness
born out of pain,
shared in pure love,
leading us back
to ourselves.
Help me to honor
this love
a little more deeply —
to be this love
so sweetly —
that through our
shared willingness
to hear it
above all else,
we may open
another door home.
Amen
I know it is
possible to stay
firmly planted
in my heart,
even as past pain
and intense emotions
are being transformed.
May we always find
strength
and the effortless place
of calm
within our deepest hearts —
no matter what
is playing out
on the surface.
May all that is present
be honored.
Amen
I eventually chose
healing above
all else.
I chose to use
every experience,
without exception,
as a stepping stone
to the place
of neutrality —
where there was
a quieting,
a letting go –
a reconnection
and resetting —
where clear thought,
and actions
could arise.
And I found
each moment
of reconnection
far outweighed
anything I had tried
in its place.
Laurie's Notes 