Quiet Reflections and Prayers
And so I vowed to live
in a new way,
fully present and grounded,
unafraid to be
among all that is messy
and unclear
and uncomfortable,
in surrender
to all that is most healed
in me,
holding space
for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seems unhealable
and unsolvable —
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
Amen.
I found few words
were needed
to honor
all that crossed my path,
all that came up
from the still unhealed
places.
Often there were
no words at all —
no need to analyze
or fix —
only the complete willingness
to hold
and continue on.
I stopped
trying so hard
to be the me
I thought I should be.
And I started to
see the real me
just showing up,
naurally —
shifting
and evolving
as the stillness
and movement
of life.
I honor the places
in me
and in all of us
that can’t be spoken,
all the attempts
at healing
that turned into
more pain to sort —
all that seems
unreachable.
And I honor the courage
it takes now
to gather up
all of our unhealed wounds
with a purer love
and continue on
from here.
Amen.
I hold this prayer
for the places
in me
and in all of us
that have been dishonored
and unloved.
I release this prayer
with the tenderness
that comes out
of the courage
to continue on
from here.
Amen.
I journeyed on
until I found
the me that was
most natural,
the one that didn’t
need to try so hard.
I found her within
my deepest heart.
And because she showed me
that I was strong,
I let go of her,
bravely making my way
back to the surface
of this life.
But I grieved
the deeper me
and settled
back down —
just below the surface —
where I found I had
never really left
her side.
I dared to stand
just a little longer
in the quiet spaces,
to listen
a little more deeply
with my heart —
to embrace all that found
its way to me
and all that left
with open hands
and a quiet prayer.
I found a gentler way
of being in my heart
and in the world
and settled down
a little more
into the quiet space
within my heart —
into the me
that always was —
just beneath the surface.
Within the surrender
to the natural flow
of life,
the need to cling
or alter
was replaced
with a deepening reverence.
The me that once needed
to be understood and healed
was transformed
into a quiet prayer.
May we be
the respite —
holding space
for rest
and continued healing
Amen.
Laurie's Notes 