Love didn’t come
out of understanding
or seeking,
It came
out of my own willingness
to know true healing,
to honor all that appeared
in my deepest heart
and in the world.
I found it
in the turning around,
in meeting its unfolding
in each moment.
Tag: quiet reflections
This Silent Prayer
Sometimes there were
no words.
And so I settled in
a little more deeply —
reaching through
whatever appeared
until I could remember
the emptiness —
this silent prayer.
Again and Again
And so I allowed
the surface
to remain unsettled —
letting go
of every last piece
again and again —
trusting them to return
a little slower,
a little more gently —
until I could bear
the emptiness underneath.
Never Again
The decision was made
to cling —
not to any outside thing,
but to the space within.
And there was a shaking
I remembered well,
the point of choice —
to focus on the surface
or sink down a little more
and endure,
to hold my ground —
to never again lose
connection with my heart.
A Million Words Unspoken
I held
all that needed holding
in my own heart.
There were notes
and healers
and insights.
There were sleepless nights
and more questions
and a million words unspoken.
There was letting go
and returning.
But looking back,
there was only the holding.
Already Written
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Something Beautiful
I found in me
a tender place,
a vulnerability —
the place of
my deepest pain,
beyond my own personal
pain —
passed to me
in hope that I would
have the courage
to honor and let go
of all that was
no longer needed —
to hold
all that was left
with all that appeared
for as long as it took
to transform itself
into something beautiful.
Just Beyond
I hold this space
just beyond the noise
and struggles
of being
in a healing world.
And when your own
true voice
seems so far,
remember a quiet prayer
was written
in this place for you.
The Words I Couldn’t Write
And so I set off
on the sacred journey
to the heart —
determined to return
with some kind of map.
But I soon laughed
at the thought
as I gathered and tossed
each crumpled attempt.
So funny,
what a joke —
that the somewhere
I had tried
to lead us to
was right there
in the surrender
of the words
I couldn’t write.
Space for Healing
Let us hold
the sweetest kind of love —
the subtle remembrance
of a deeper truth —
space for healing
and the natural unfolding
of life —
of which we are a part.
Amen.
Laurie's Notes 