I immersed myself
in subtle healing thoughts,
gently guiding all parts
of me
into the quiet,
wordless space within
and safely back
to where we were one.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I immersed myself
in subtle healing thoughts,
gently guiding all parts
of me
into the quiet,
wordless space within
and safely back
to where we were one.
Let me be
a quiet prayer,
a whisper of hope
not quite heard —
the subtle shifting
out of which it forms,
the mysterious somewhere
into which it fades.
Amen
Somewhere along the way,
in the middle of
the journey
and the remembrance
of a deeper me,
came a subtle,
wordless honoring
and the longing to find
and become
the quiet prayer
not quite spoken
or heard
in that mysterious,
magical place
of in-between.
And so my heart
grew weary of the search
for some kind of
relief
from the story
being told on the surface
through the eyes
of the wounded places
in me.
And so its quiet,
wordless whispers
and its ability
to sink in a little deeper
became louder.
And my willingness
to listen
a little more intently
became my greatest strength.
Sometimes there are
no words.
And sometimes
they just come.
I can’t say
which it will be.
But I will show
up either way.
Sometimes the story
on the surface
was too much.
And so I found
I could toss it up
and trust the pieces
to come back down
a little more gently.
And I was thankful
for the quiet
wordless messages
from my heart
that took its place.
I didn’t wish them
to be less subtle anymore
because I knew they came
from that pure place
where nothing is too much.
When the outer world
becomes loud
and I feel I have lost
my inner space,
when I forget
all I have learned,
remind me
of the quiet place
in my heart
where all is okay
no matter what.
Help me to hold
all that is
not quite beautiful
and to let go.
Amen
I turned down
all of the noise
around me
and inside.
And in that space,
I found my Self.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
At a certain point,
I began to set down
the tools I had gathered.
I stopped looking
to gather
and sort
and perfect.
I started showing up
a little more fully
and listening,
a little more attentively,
to the quiet wisdom
within my own heart.
One day I found
I could leave
my thoughts
in a safe place,
in my own heart.
I found I didn’t
need to sort them
all at once.
I could trust
the healer in me
to present just enough
in each moment.
And so I let go
a little more
into this space
within my heart.