I found things seemed
most tangled up
when there was
shifting going on
a little
deeper down.
And moving through
meant holding on
while letting go —
the most delicate
of moves.
Tag: recovery
Softened
In this
softened light
and standing firmly
in my heart,
I thought
just maybe being brave
meant stepping back
to peek behind
what seemed to be
so shattered.
Perhaps
we weren’t as broken,
good or bad
or disconnected
as our minds
had made us out
to be.
Forgotten
As if by candlelight
and following
a whispered prayer,
I set out
to find my heart again.
Determined as I was
to mark the path,
I held that light
a little higher
somewhere along the way.
And in that instant,
it seemed it wasn’t
that we had strayed
so far,
but that we had forgotten
we could change
the lighting
of this place.
Returning
There was
a turning around —
a softening —
a quiet letting go —
a returning to
my own natural center.
And there,
finally.
was peace.
Hidden Within
Here, in the stillness —
there is calm
and comfort in knowing
that hidden within
whatever appears
is something
just a little more
magical
than it seems.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Courage to Wait
Because I dared
to stop
to hear
the faintest
whisper
of a prayer,
I sensed
the time had come
to take the bravest
move of all —
to see that,
in the end,
winning and being right
was exchanged
for words
from a higher place
and the courage
to wait for them
to form.
Something Real
It happened subtly
at first.
Thoughts and ideas
and all those many
images and words
about how
we should be
and how
things had been
began to fade —
just enough
to let in
something unexpected —
an original thought,
a genuine expression,
a little breathing space —
a tender interaction
almost missed —
the serenity we felt
as we didn’t grasp.
Maybe it was us
who dared to
turn away
in search of
something real.
Naturally
I honor
each heart
that has dared
to search
for its own
true voice.
May we be
a little more
of who we are —
naturally.
Amen
Beyond Words
There was sadness
beyond words
in seeing the world
from a little deeper
place.
And there was a
tender space,
a whisper of hope
that could only have come
from the deepest kind
of love,
from my own
deepest heart —
the only thing
that could have held
all of it.
Within Us All
In-between struggling
and peace,
there was a delicate hand,
the me
that could lead
the rest of me safely
though this place.
It wasn’t each little
part alone
as it had seemed.
It wasn’t the good
and the bad.
It took each one
who had felt
separate
and tried so hard.
It took the trust
of each precious one
who dared
to show up.
And it was
this delicate
turning around
by the healer
within us all.
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