For the parts of me that have bravely carried on for the sake of survival, while feeling disconnected from the whole, I hold this silent prayer — knowing no words could compete with the sincerely felt presence, honor, and receptiveness held back for too long. Amen
For a time, everything reflected back a sense of disconnection, but there was a faded memory of a deeper truth just beneath the surface — a quiet prayer that, when held just lightly enough, began the gentle task of transformation. Life was returned to the sacred prayer it was meant to be. All things were held safely within this transformation into tenderness.
In connection with the purest love that is my true being, I hold this silent prayer in my deepest heart with purest intent and gratitude for all that has found its way to me and all that is becoming. Amen
Hold us a little tighter when we can’t find our way — as we can’t see the whole picture, and it’s easy to be frightened of the in-between times from here. Help us to honor all that has felt dishonored in our own hearts — that we might honor all things more deeply. Amen
–Laurie, What Now
I let go,
trusting that wherever
the pieces fall will
be okay —
possibly even more
beautiful than if
I had tried to fit
on my own.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
And so I began
to listen to the one
continuous quiet prayer
in my heart.
And though it was
painfully subtle at times.
I came to know
this quiet voice
as my deepest connection
May I be guided today by grace. May I have the patience to wait for higher thoughts. May I be moved by inspiration and love and creative flow — viewing each experience that crosses my path as an alternate route to tenderness. Amen
The peace found in the space within my heart began to spill over — until the essence of every experience became a prayer.
I found there had always been a quiet prayer within my heart. It had been covered up for a while by the noise of the world and the noise within.
It was there each time I dared not to listen to the endless chatter of mind and allowed my attention to land on the space beyond objects and subtle energies within. It appeared gently, as a whisper — like a subtle breeze I might have easily missed.
The next part was easy — at a certain point. Holding all of the pieces of my heart, there was just one more step, the release.
I stopped trying so hard to fit the pieces together as a separate little me. And I reached for something higher. It was the sweetest kind of surrender.