Tag: Meditation

Hidden Safely Within

Quieting February 13, 2018

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.

A State of Prayer

Unfolding December 29, 2017

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 in a state of listening prayer in any moment.

No Matter What

Quieting March 13, 2017

I found

that no matter what,

I was a flexible,


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.

Waiting for Words

Waiting for Words February 6, 2017

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,


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.

As It Was

Unsorted February 4, 2017

Healing became

less of something

to figure out

after a while.

It began to feel

more like a sacred


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 one

delicate movement.

Quiet prayers

were whispered

and symptoms disappeared.

But by that time,

it didn’t really

matter so much

exactly what happened

on the surface

because there was

something tender

in meeting life

exactly as it was.