As a Prayer

With one more last sliver of courage,

hoping for the best

and being willing to face whatever appeared,

I vowed to continue on —

settling in a little more deeply —

holding what was right there

in front of me,

as best I could —

embracing each new moment

as a prayer.


All things were returned to their rightful place. Parts of self matured naturally with the unconditional presence held by those who had endured brokenness and the intimate process of putting the pieces back — having taken care to leave a tender space unfilled where it would have been easier to attempt to fill it up. What was once desperate attempts at survival became wisdom and loving self-restraint.

With an Open Heart

Lead me gently

as I continue on.

Help me to show up

in each moment

with an open heart —

to experience what is

here —

knowing the connection

with my own

inner healer

in each moment —

trusting the ultimate

care of others

to their own —


the tenderness

and honor

in being a part

of this continuing


and of this great




There was something

quietly satisfying

in showing up

without a mask,

without the constant

narrating mind.

Perceiving became


and honoring

from a little higher


Actions happened


But it was the


both expanding


and anchoring me

in that moment,

that pulled me

ever so gently

toward my next needed


Into My Heart

I found myself within

a beautiful motion

of holding

and letting go,

allowing attention

to land

where it pleased,

sometimes pausing —

always continuing —

unattached to labels

or the need to

connect all of the dots

too soon —

holding and honoring

all that crossed

my path

as this most natural

rhythm began to feel

more and more

like home —

letting go into

my own deepest heart.