And so
I loved
and feared
the silence —
until there was
nothing else.
Tag: recovery
That Something Deeper
What I found
wasn’t a perfectly
sorted life
resulting from
a neatly packaged
set of how to
do it.
It was,
to be honest,
the small moments
along a messy journey
connecting me
with those who
had found
that something deeper —
reminding me
to keep going
until I found them —
helping me to
notice them
once I did.
As a Prayer
I stopped
needing to try
so hard
to be okay.
The need to
neatly sort
all of life
was replaced
by a peace
in holding
and letting go
of everything —
as a prayer.
This State of Prayer
I found
miracles happened
when I had entered
this state of prayer
so deeply
that I no longer
needed anything
at all
to shift
on the surface.
There were
no words
and a million
silent prayers
at once.
And I knew
without doubt
that all was well
no matter what.
Silent Prayers
I began to offer
my own hands —
to listen
and whisper
the silent prayers
of our inner heart
into the world
in hope
that we might
remember.
Being Healer
Being healer
meant reaching in
for that last bit
of courage
to reach out
just one more time.
It meant taking
the pieces of
my heart
to safe places
and remembering how
to hold them.
It meant using
my flexibility
to continue on
as I was guided
to new places.
It meant using
my ability
to listen
a little more deeply
and to finally
understand that
the place I had
searched so hard
to find
was the sacred space
within my own
heart.
Most Natural
Out of necessity,
I became willing
to remember how
to see with
my heart —
to dare myself
to hold my focus
just below the surface —
to toss everything
and trust
what was needed
to come back down —
to meet my Self
in each moment —
to notice again and again
that I was indeed
still okay here —
until this was
the most
natural place
to be.
Subtle Shifting
The most subtle
shifting began
to happen —
a raising up
of all things
interconnected.
All that was
entangled began
to meet
the steadiness
and grace
naturally present
in the stillness
of my deepest heart.
From This Place
After a while,
the need to struggle
so hard to heal
or find relief
was quieted.
The stories continued
but without the power
to pull me
from my heart.
I became willing
to stand firm
in any storm —
remaining grounded
and humble
and empty
of anything that
could have ever
separated me
from this place.
Thank You
Thank you
for each
precious piece
reflecting
a new story —
this time
from the heart.
Amen
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