I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found that
what was most
important
was my willingness
to show up
to meet whatever
showed up
in each new
moment
with fresh eyes —
holding, honoring
and letting go.
I realized healing
could be
beautiful and
gentle —
a sacred journey.
It seemed risky
at first.
But I never regretted
my decision
to continue on
toward my heart
at all costs.
Somewhere,
subtly, deep down
I knew
it was reconnecting
with my own
deepest heart
I longed for
most of all.
With a little practice,
I found gentler ways
of allowing
myself to be guided
from my heart.
Things that had seemed
overwhelming before
became mysteries
to unravel.
I began to get
a feel for this
gentler way
as little by little,
a bit slower at first,
I began to
notice and act
on clear insights
that led me
to one needed piece
and the next.
Thank you,
inner healer,
for always being
as you are —
your gentle way
softly calling me
closer to the center
of my heart.
Amen
I found
it was possible
to keep my focus
on the deepening
connection with my
inner knowing
that guided me.
Things and people
showed up
as support
and confirmation
of my own inner
process.
There was
relief
in no longer needing
to become more
tangled up
in past traumas,
future uncertainties,
or present
challenges.
I continued on —
feeling more deeply
beneath the surface
for the next
needed step —
reaching ahead
and behind —
holding, honoring,
and releasing
every experience
and daring
to be still —
to listen
and to act
out of the sacred space
within my deepest
heart.
I found comfort
in no longer needing
to appear graceful
on the surface.
There was strength in
refusing to compromise
the connection
within my heart
for any reason —
even just a little.
It didn’t matter
how this life appeared
because there was
a deeper, truer
kind of grace
only those who had
dared to look beneath
the surface
could recognize.
I found it was
possible to become
healer of my own
heart,
as shattered as it
seemed
at times.
I found it was
possible to be led
by my own higher self
to people and things
and insights
and new thoughts
my heart could
understand.
There was a tenderness
that became a type of
gentle inner strength
because I took this
journey.
I learned to create
from the inside.
The need to have
questions answered
at once,
a perfect outer
reflection,
and other people’s
understanding
or approval
began to fall
away —
making way for
a deepening peace
to be reflected
outward
from my heart.
At a certain point,
I became willing
to stand my ground
as healer
of my own heart —
not as fractured
pieces,
but as the most whole
part of me —
the only one
who could hold
space for healing
for the rest.