I began to trust
the place in me
that knew how to listen
with my heart,
not taking in
so deeply
all that had been
too much —
holding space
for all that fit
just right.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I began to trust
the place in me
that knew how to listen
with my heart,
not taking in
so deeply
all that had been
too much —
holding space
for all that fit
just right.
May we find
a place of stillness
within —
remembering always
the truth
of who we are.
And may we live
from this place.
Amen
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
After a while,
I began to respect
and honor
my part within
the mystery.
I found it was
safe to let go
a little more
and continue on —
trusting in
a peace
I didn’t quite understand.
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.
Peace, I found,
wasn’t at the end
of a neatly sorted
journey,
but in each moment
I dared to look life
straight in the eye
and see through
what appeared on the surface.
After a while,
the tender beauty
in being able to hold
and let go of
whatever appeared
with grace and honor
and space
became the essence
of every experience.
I held on
to my heart
and to the silent knowing
that couldn’t be
expressed.
And there was
great beauty
in being enough.
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.
I found simplicity
and grace
from silence,
a quiet joy
connecting me
with just the right thought
in just the right moment
and back
to the silent knowing
beyond it.
I let go of the ideas I had
about what this outer life
should look like.
And I focused
a little more
on the treasures
I would have missed
if life had flowed
a different way.
And the little parts
of me
that once tried to fit
somewhere else
couldn’t help but turn back
and surrender a little more.
I am this holding
and this letting go
at the same time.
I am this holding
without trying
for any particular result —
holding what is here
exactly as it is
for as long as it needs —
holding without needing
to fix.
I am this.