I let go,
trusting that wherever
the pieces fall will
be okay —
possibly even more
beautiful than if
I had tried to fit
them together
on my own.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I let go,
trusting that wherever
the pieces fall will
be okay —
possibly even more
beautiful than if
I had tried to fit
them together
on my own.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
The peace found in the space within my heart began to spill over — until the essence of every experience became a prayer.
Life became gentler with every gentle shift inside. At times it was painfully subtle. Sometimes I would look back, and the contrast could be seen as vast .
I stopped falling into smaller parts of me and began to hold them instead. I tossed everything else to God — holding and letting go at once.
There were times when the most loving thing I could do was to let go of all the pieces I had been trying to fit together. I learned to toss it all and trust the right pieces to come back down in each moment.
I learned to trust the part of me that could hold and let go of all of my experiencs. I liked the tenderness of subtle insights and the feeling of connection so much that I was willing to risk taking a path I couldn’t see.
There was relief
in not needing
to fit
all of the pieces
of my heart
together
all at once.
I found comfort
in allowing life
to unfold
from within
and freedom
in experiencing myself
and others
in this natural state
of peace.
I let go
of all that is
outside of me
in the same way
I let go of
all that is
within —
lightly holding
and letting go —
in moving stillness.
I searched
and gathered
and carried
and tried
and learned
many things
in hope
of finding
and sharing
something that would
make some kind of
difference
or bring some kind
of relief.
And I found the deepest
kind of healing came
in setting it all down —
daring to show up
empty.
Life began to feel
more organic.
Trying to be
a certain way
or thing
was replaced
with natural movements
of exploring
and doing my
very best with
the pieces in front
of me
in each moment —
showing up
as my truest self
again and again —
trusting in life —
because I had dared
to let go
of everything.
Through a series
of small surrenders,
I began to linger
a little longer
just below the surface
where there was calm —
where sorting out
seemed to happen
a little more naturally —
somehow settling down
all that dared
to meet me
here, in my heart.
And so
I gathered up
all that had once
held me back,
all those
in-your-face
old triggers
that once caused
deep pain.
I gathered up all
the memories
of all the times
and all the present
stories and thoughts
of people
and situations
that were
dishonoring.
And with a prayer,
I flung it all
as far as I could —
to be recycled —
to be free.