Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Sometimes prayers
become wordless —
when there are
a million words
in the heart,
but not one
to match
the rawness
of emotion felt.
And so I offer
my deepest silent
prayer
to the place
of peace
in us all
in this moment
and the next.
And I honor
our steps
as we find our way.
— Laurie, What Now
When the world seems
most noisy, point us to our
hearts. Speak through us,
reminding all parts of us of
our mission to reflect
what is within
into a world in need of
softening. Amen
And so a quiet prayer
was whispered
and felt
beyond words.
And it was known
instantly,
without doubt —
by each piece
of self
in every last place
where it had been
forgotten
that it is
loved, heard,
nurtured, included
and cherished
in every new
moment
of now —
forever.
Amen
I found life wasn’t
as black and white
as I had once thought.
I found I was made up
of many parts.
And so was
everyone else.
I found that
not only was I not
any one part,
my parts contained
their own potentials.
There were pieces
of denial
to be released.
There were parts
I judged
and pushed against
and later embraced.
And there was
the day I realized
I was more
than the many parts
of the whole.
And I became
determined to remain
unsorted.
I found life to be
more complex
than the old
boxed-in thought
that had made sense
for a while.
It wasn’t about
being on the right
team
or choosing
one clear path
over another.
It was about
becoming honest
with myself
and seeing parts of me
in others,
even the most difficult
to face
or heal.
It was about
refusing to stay
stuck in old patterns
and daring to find
creative solutions
when there seemed to be
none.
At a certain point
there were no preformed
words —
only the deepening
sense of surrender
to the unfolding
of life
without holding
back —
this flowing love
embracing
more of itself,
naturally —
until it wasn’t clear
exactly
where holding and
letting go
had become
one.
I gathered all
parts of me,
even those
most difficult
to hold.
And I held all
of me —
all of them.
It didn’t matter
how long it took
or that there was,
in fact,
no guarantee
that my holding
would make any
difference at all.
And I honored all
that had led me
to that point —
all of it —
because I had
made it to my
deepest heart.
And I set
it all
down.
I hold this space
for a new way
of being.
I honor the
sacred journey
in me
and in you.
Amen
I honor each
heart that has
shown up
to find its own
true voice
at a time
when so much
is being
transformed.
I honor the sacred
journey each one
must travel
alone
in order
to come together
in a new way.
I honor those
who hold a space
for me
to sort through
all that is in need
of sorting.
I honor
this journey
in my own heart.
And I hold this space
for those
just beginning.
Amen
I began to listen
with my heart
to words
reflecting my own
inner knowing.
There was a calling forth
and allowing of
my own true voice
to flow out
though my own
unique experiences
and join
with others
in such a way
as to form
a symphony
of clear sound
and the accompanying
pauses.
I began to
see my own small part
and those around me
as connected
and important —
leading us safely
through all that was
unclear.
Laurie's Notes 