As I looked back on the long journey, the thought came that if I had to choose a place to start again, I would go back to the first time I was moved to trust my own heart — when there was nothing left to try except to drop everything and find out what was left. I would start again from there. — Laurie, What Now Advertisements
And so the decision was made to continue on. There was no room in that moment for regret or any other cluttering thought. There was silent understanding in each open heart that the time had come to listen a little more deeply and speak a little more intently from here.
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 — remembering the tenderness and honor in being a part of this continuing mystery and of this great love. Amen
There was something quietly satisfying in showing up without a mask, without the constant narrating mind. Perceiving became observing and honoring from a little higher place. Actions happened naturally. But it was the space, both expanding outward and anchoring me in that moment, that pulled me ever so gently toward my next needed step.
I found what’s right here is more real and more beautiful than any idea of some future or past perfect state. Help us to hold what is here. Amen
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.
This peace comes from the courage to be present right here – where there are many thoughts and many distractions – where there is acceptance of all of this, where all is surrounded in love, mixed up together – somehow, mysteriously becoming beautiful as it is. — from earlier notes