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.
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Stillness and Movement
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.
A Gentle Way
I found that healing deeply requires us to reach a little bit. We are required to stretch a little beyond our conditioned thinking, entering unknown places we have been afraid to trust — creating space for new ways. I found there is a gentle way of walking through that is much more pleasant than struggling against and avoiding ourselves. I found healing can feel good — magical even.
— Laurie, Heart Space
A Quiet Prayer of Hope
Because what I saw
was so beautiful,
I decided to stay
just beneath the surface
of this life —
to continue to see
what is real
and true —
to offer a quiet prayer
of hope
for us all.
Just Enough
There came a time
when the parts
of me
that had worked
so hard
to find the way back
began to trust
just enough
to let go
a little more.
And so I became
even quieter
in my heart.
And I understood
what it really means
to be still
and to trust.
— Laurie, Healer of My Own Heart
I have written these words as my own medicine. I share them with you with love and a quiet prayer.
All That Seems Unreachable
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.
Just Below the Surface
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.
With Open Hands and a Quiet Prayer
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.
Just Beneath the Surface
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
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.
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