And so my reaching led
into my deepest heart,
straight through
all that had seemed
too painful
or too far —
one tiny step
from the me
in search of something
to the me
that held it all.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
And so my reaching led
into my deepest heart,
straight through
all that had seemed
too painful
or too far —
one tiny step
from the me
in search of something
to the me
that held it all.
I hold what is here
like a silent prayer,
a quiet acknowledgement —
a reverence.
It isn’t something
I learned.
It is trusting
my inner healer,
my own inner knowing —
an innate understanding.
This holding reaches
deep into my being —
touching a place
that couldn’t be reached
in other ways.
— Laurie, Heart Space
When there was
nothing left to do
but continue on,
when my spirit
became tired,
I remembered
the subtle notes,
the endess quiet prayer
from a deeper place
beyond what could
be seen
or understood —
carefully set in place
and held safely
within my heart
and yours.
I continued on —
participating in
the forever unfolding,
experiencing
and healing —
connecting and being
a deeper me
without knowing
exactly how.
I continued on —
following faithfully
as the path unfolded,
urged on
by an unspoken longing
from within
to hold
something pure
and true —
the one thing
that could quiet
my restless mind
and calm
the deepest aching.
I found
a little magic
in my willingness
to stand still
in my heart,
moving past
the intense places,
through the uncomfortable,
in-between times —
having just enough
courage to keep
showing up
and continuing on.
There was a deepening,
a stepping back
into the healing space
within my heart —
where I found
I was most naturally
capable of holding,
honoring and transforming,
with love —
all that found its way
to this space,
this me.
And so I set off,
trying my best
to follow
the path of mind,
trying to fit
in a world
where every gap
seemed to be filled
with more distractions
from what I longed for
the most —
the forgotten magic,
the very thing
that made life
worth showing up for,
the spark —
the mystery of
who or what I really was,
the freedom to return
to a more natural me,
the one I had always been —
underneath.
I learned to turn
inward —
to see past
the wounded places —
to keep my focus
on the quiet prayer
that had led me safely
back to my own
deepest heart
and softened
all experiences
ever so subtly.
No longer bound
by outdated ideas
of how life should be,
I began to show up
in a gentler way —
seeing above
my own limited view —
slipping out
of projections
and old patterns —
making the best
of the pieces
I had to work with
in each moment —
remembering
the sacredness of life
and finding respite
in the middle of
the most chaotic of times.