All That Was Unhealed

Healing deeply was a little different than I had first expected it to be. I had to learn to hold and let go of all the pieces of my heart.

I learned to reach for my own inner healer — listening  beyond stories and thought — holding space for all that was unhealed in me — respecting the tenderness, authentic beauty, compassion and peace I found there that couldn’t have been taught.

I began to notice all the ways I had tried to reach this place that had actually taken me in the opposite direction. Instead of trying so hard to work out the stories in my mind, I learned to be in my heart — where unresolved pieces turned into pieces of art and honored wisdom. Whatever was needed began to unfold a little more gracefully from there.

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Whatever Remained

One day I realized the peace I felt had come out of the quiet moments, the insights that came that couldn’t be shared or explained. It had come out of whatever remained of the grief of being within a separate self and the grace of having found my way back to my whole heart.

It was the non-verbal kind of feeling my way through life that had saved me. It was the wisdom beyond stories and questions and answers I found in the silent spaces within that nothing else could reach.

It came out of the willingness to wait forever for words to form and outer forms to match the love I knew in my heart.

All That Was Tender

After a while I learned to be in my heart and in the world. I learned to extract all that was beautiful and all that was tender from each experience. I learned to stand with the part of me that was most healed and let go — holding the door of my heart for all that was not quite beautiful — daring to continue on with love.

With Love

Thank you for courage

to follow where my heart

would lead

and for resolve

to stand firmly

through challenges within

the creative flow

when it would be easier

to take a different path.

Bless all who dare

to continue to create

with love

and those who have not

yet begun.

Amen

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.

The Path of Tenderness

There was something about walking through a big enough challenge, the kind that forces the choice to go all the way, to put all cards on the table without a guarantee that it would be enough — trusting it would be met by a greater  power.

And there was something about no longer needing such extreme challenges in order to live out this kind of deep surrender. At a certain point, every moment became a prayer of hope — that the path of tenderness might be a little clearer.

The Quiet Prayer

I chose to listen

to the quiet prayer

of my heart.

I learned to

feel into subtle

experiences and

knowings beyond thought

I searched for

peace and fell in

love with gentleness.

I allowed

my life to flow into

more gentleness —

for that was

what I had come

to do.

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.

This Natural Peace

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.