Quiet Reflections and Prayers
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of the outdated ideas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.
I found it was
possible to walk through
whatever appeared
on the surface of life.
I found comfort
in my ability
to hold and honor
my own experience,
meeting the outer world
with renewed compassion —
trusting
it was safe
to remain connected
with the natural
stillness within
when the contrast
seemed most vast.
There were no words
to describe
the sacred journey
and finding
a little magic within —
right in the middle
of what seemed to be
an impossible path.
My only wish
was to reflect
a little of this magic
out into the world
so that she might
remember and continue
to transform herself
with love.
I found my focus
within my heart.
And to my surprise,
it seemed more efficient
to keep it there
and allow what was
outside to shift.
Or perhaps it was
that space within my heart
that grew.
I found there was
a natural reaching
that came out of
each silent surrender
and each quiet prayer.
And I no longer needed
to be sorted out
or understood.
I only needed a hand
and just enough hope
to allow the true me
to emerge.
The road back
to my heart
seemed winding
and difficult at times.
And there were times,
along the way,
when I knew
without doubt
that there was
a deeper story,
when I knew
that it was in fact
these moments of
of pure knowing,
often in the middle
of the most difficult
experiences,
that reflected the vastness
of the love we are
so clearly.
It was these moments
that outshined
and overflowed into
every other moment.
I continued on,
no longer needing
to fill the emptiness
or sort all of the pieces,
trusting completely
in the unsorted heart
and in the mystery
that had carried me
safely back
to my own silent prayers.
I return again
to silence —
to listen
with the very heart
I once viewed
as broken,
to stand still
where I was once
afraid to pass through —
to find
my deepest comfort
in all that I couldn’t
quite fit together.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I learned to be
in the world
as both human
and healer,
letting go a little more
of the need for labels
and tightly held concepts,
no longer needing
the outer world
to understand
or validate
what I had found
through focusing
within my heart —
never losing the natural essence
of my own unique expression
or the place where we are
the same.
In honor of the sacred journey back to our true essence.
A note about Laurie’s Notes: Continue reading “Where We Are the Same”
I remembered
how I held
all of the pieces
of my own heart,
not knowing
how they would ever
fit together.
And I found comfort
in having taken the journey
and hope in my determination
to continue on
in a healing world.
Laurie's Notes 