Tag: peace

Always There

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted October 1, 2019

Even when it seemed like

any sense of inner peace

had been lost,

it was there.

It took only the intention

of entering a state of prayer

to refocus on the present moment

and find the center of my heart —

where I could hear the quiet prayer

that was always there.

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Where There Was Tenderness

Tenderness, Unsorted September 27, 2019

I found reprieve in

the remembrance of the quiet peace

ever present within my deepest heart.

I found a willingness to listen

a little deeper —

to observe a little longer —

to be carried and

set back down gently

in the present moment

where there was tenderness.

After a while, it was difficult

to see how I could have moved

through life in any other way.

A Gentle Reconnection

Tenderness September 19, 2019

I intuitively understood

that if I was going to reconnect

with my heart,

I would need to risk setting down

old ways of coping

and moving through

a whole lot of fears.

What I had found was subtle

and tender, and i just knew

if I was to return to any form

of numbing or distraction,

I would miss something I wasn’t

willing to let go of again.

I had come too far.

And so the decision was made,

and that first step into

what I later called a prayer break

was taken.

The respite found immediately

was a vast contrast

to all of the striving and searching

and disconnect I had experienced.

I never turned back.

After a while my life existed within

an expanded prayer break,

a gentle reconnection 

with a deeper part of me

and a return to the natural flow

of life, which I experienced as

a continuous transformation into

tenderness.

Ever So Slightly

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted September 19, 2019

Somehow I had dared

to listen to the quiet prayer

in my heart.

I had tried and exhausted

every other option

in my search for peace.

Truthfully, there was really

no better option.

It was shocking at first to,

in a sense, start over again

in my search.

But I began to sense a natural

peace within me and allow

this peace to expand — ever so slightly.

It was a sensing from within,

a quiet prayer from a deeper me.

It didn’t matter so much if things appeared

peaceful on the surface.

It didn’t depend on my body

or mind being still.

What mattered was my

willingness to show up just

as I was and to be with whatever

met me there.

A Gentle Surrender

Unsorted September 4, 2019

There was a gentle

surrender into the quiet prayer

that had carried me so far.

It hadn’t always been graceful

on the surface

There continued to be moments

when the very best I could do

was to just keep going.

But there was a deepening sense

of grace and respect for

the journey.

And there was this continuous,

subtle, often wordless quiet prayer

through it all.

Reprieve

Tenderness March 14, 2019

I found instant reprieve

in the exact moment

I returned my focus

to the space within my heart.

I learned it was enough

to focus on what was appearing

right in front of me,

allowing all that was past

to be released.

I learned to sense where

life was supporting me to be

in each moment

with a little more grace

and trust.

A New Kind of Thought

Quieting, Unsorted September 29, 2018

Sometimes there were no words. And then somehow, mysteriously, worlds began to well up from somewhere beyond. A new kind of thought from a gentler place began to transform all that seemed unreachable. Gentle prayers began to take form out of the resolve to surrender everything  — just to remember this place for a moment.

There came a desire to remain in this place within — just a little longer — no matter what appeared on the surface or how big the challenges seemed.

Something Beautiful

Tenderness September 28, 2018

Transformation into tenderness meant being okay when life wasn’t all sorted out. It meant holding a space for all the words that, for whatever reason, just wouldn’t ever be spoken. It meant detaching with love and acceptance from all that had been left in the past, often without resolution — not knowing what would become of the tender ache left in its place — trusting it would become something beautiful.