The peace found in the space within my heart began to spill over — until the essence of every experience became a prayer. Advertisements
Again and again, I chose to find my way back to the silent spaces my mind once tried to escape. It was a gentle turning away from the constant inner chatter and outer struggles of mind — a sinking down into my heart — where mind, joined with heart, was able to reflect the quiet prayer of a love hidden safely within.
There were times when I sensed listening for inner resonance and trusting the quiet whisper of truth in each moment had become a little more important. I had learned the importance of stopping to listen to life and gained a respect for its mystery, but it was during these times when I was called more deeply within that I began to notice just how much I could soften my experience in the world and be […]
I found that no matter what, I was a flexible, creative, evolving being. I could let go of thoughts and stories, while honoring all that had brought me to each new moment. No matter what, I was connected with the part of me that was most whole. No matter what, I could easily follow my attention until my most natural position was within the quiet prayer of my heart.
I learned to listen with my heart — navigating my way gently through all that had been too much. I found I could back up a little when part of me needed picking up. I found relief in letting go of everything, refocusing in my heart and waiting for words to form as a prayer — reaching deep down to where I couldn’t reach before — always just enough.
Healing became less of something to figure out after a while. It began to feel more like a sacred journey as I began to place my focus more and more in my heart. Instead of trying so hard to create, I began to notice the natural way I was pulled to notice life around me and inside. I found myself holding and letting go of all that crossed my path — as the two became […]
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.
I found it was possible to find our way back to our hearts. I found that, for every single thing I gave up along the way, for every broken dream and every person I couldn’t reach, there was an expansion of the tender space I had come to know as the source of true peace, connection, and happiness.
I began to have a different relationship with my experiences. They had become precious pieces within a deeper flow, a way to listen to life that led most gently back to the silent reverence within my own untamed heart.
In this softened light and standing firmly in my heart, I thought just maybe being brave meant stepping back to peek behind what seemed to be so shattered. Perhaps we weren’t as broken, good or bad or disconnected as our minds had made us out to be.