Continuing On

Forever

Underneath

all of the noise,

past the misunderstandings

and old wounds

and even older traumas,

there is pure longing,

not to be fixed,

but to be loved.

And so I take hold

of this place in me.

And if I must

reassure it

in every

moment

forever,

I will.

— Laurie, Healer of My Own Heart

Reflections

No Other Choice

Because of

the most challenging

of circumstances,

I was drawn directly

into the center of

my deepest heart.

From this position,

from this blessing

in disguise,

I was able to

walk through anything.

Looking back,

I wouldn’t have chosen

anything at all

over the peace

I found in that moment —

when there was

no other choice.

Continuing On

Straight Through

I found peace

in the quiet way

I learned to hold

and let go

of all that crossed

my path.

I found it

in the silence

within my heart,

often in the middle

of the most difficult

parts of the journey

where the sound

of my own steps

taken in pure faith

and a knowing smile

from a passer-by

became my greatest hope

and inspired me

to keep walking

straight through.

Holding

Sacred Space

I began to let the words

find their own way

out of my experiences

and out of my heart,

though the empty space

I was left holding,

having tossed everything

back to wherever it came.

I became willing to

stand in that uncomfortable

place of in-between,

letting the pieces

come together

as they always did —

allowing life

to both lead and follow —

showing up empty

of me —

holding sacred space

for all of us.

Prayers

What Is Most True

Give us strength

to stand firm,

to reach for what is

most true,

to find security

not in the things

we have been shown

to grasp,

but in our deepest core —

returning to our

natural place —

trusting those who have

made the trip before us —

reaching for others’ hands —

reaching ahead and behind,

gathering more strength

so that we may do

what we came to do

and share what we came

to share

as healers of our

own hearts.

Amen

Honoring

For a While

For a while

my words seemed

to not be heard.

They seemed

to lash out

against each other,

for a while,

as the anger tried to find

its place,

as all that wasn’t right

found its way

to the surface.

And so I began to honor

all these fractured pieces

and assure them

that they did indeed belong,

that they were heard

in me.

And I freed them.

I let them go,

set them free —

trusting them to come back

a little less fractured,

in way that could be heard,

in whatever form needed —

to keep speaking

what was true,

perhaps  a little

more gently

or more directly

or with just enough

passion and restraint —

until they fell silent —

into the place

where there was

no more distance

between the speaking

and the listening.

Unsorted

Sacred Hope

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

From A Quiet Prayer

This Living Prayer

For the times

when there is nothing

left to do

but keep walking through,

when every word

we would try to say

couldn’t honor

the courage it takes

to just keep quiet

in our hearts

and keep walking,

when all attempts

to explain or sort

only seem

to make it worse —

for these times,

I offer this

living prayer.

Amen