A Place of Surrender

What Now became

a way of being.

It took a bit of practice

to allow my mind

to relax into a place

of surrender to the prayer

within my heart

and to integrate parts of me

I had previously struggled

against.

But hidden within this place

was true healing

and peace.

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From Here

And so the decision was made

to continue on.

There was no room

in that moment

for regret or any other

cluttering thought.

There was silent understanding

in each open heart

that the time had come

to listen a little more deeply

and speak a little more

intently from here.

Softening

Softening came

as I learned to

process life

in subtler ways —

feeling for wisdom

in all of my

experiences,

not sorting out

each one,

but listening with

my heart

beneath the stories

on the surface.

It was a welcome

shift from how it

had been

into finding and being

the healer within.

Unafraid

During times

of great shifting,

when emotions were

intense

and bodies

and minds tired

most easily

with each added thought

and moment of

learning,

I found it was

possible to return

my focus

to the stillness

within

and count every

single piece of

wisdom gained as valuable —

while being willing

to hold it

lightly —

remaining unafraid

to release all

into the creative space

I learned to

embrace again

and again,

each time a little more

completely,

as I continued on.

After a While

I found peace

in each moment

of choice.

I found it

each time I dared

to look things

straight in the face

and reach

for the most healed

part of me

and others

and for the

divine.

It was a choice.

The option was

always there

to close my eyes

and stop reaching.

But I understood where

that led —

after a while.

Hope

At a certain point,

the only real option

was going to

the source —

risking it all

to find something

worth holding.

It meant looking

within

and finding

that one thing

I could say

was sacred,

that one thing

worth holding

if everything else

I thought I had

understood

turned out to be

untrue.

I had to know

if there was

hope for any of us.

I had to know if

there was something

to be found

in us

that was capable

of holding

anything pure

without messing it up.

And it turned out

there was.

Naturally

There was something

quietly satisfying

in showing up

without a mask,

without the constant

narrating mind.

Perceiving became

observing

and honoring

from a little higher

place.

Actions happened

naturally.

But it was the

space,

both expanding

outward

and anchoring me

in that moment,

that pulled me

ever so gently

toward my next needed

step.

Hope

I found it wasn’t

so much that I was

broken.

It was that I felt

disconnected

from my own true

voice —

lost in an ocean

of thoughts

and shoulds.

But there was a subtler

knowing from a little

deeper place

that never gave up

hope.