Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I began to listen
to life —
to show up
and listen
to what was around me,
perhaps as our ancestors
once listened —
before all the noise.
And so I began
to listen
a little more deeply —
not analyzing each sound,
but waiting for the music
to continue,
noticing my own part
within in it
and outside of it.
And I couldn’t imagine
it being any other way.
In the stillness of my heart, there is a place I have longed for that I don’t want to fill up with anything. I had to get really quiet to find it. I had to let go of the chaos around me and inside and find the courage to stop in the midst of all of it. It is here that I place my attention in the now. Where there was once chaos and disconnect, there is quietude and repose. There is a natural flow that comes from gently reconnecting with what’s right here.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Let us reach
into the place within
our own hearts
where there is
pure intention —
that others will be
encouraged by our example —
reaching for
true compassion and love
over all else.
Amen
And so I entered
a state of prayer —
each time a little
more fully
as life continued,
as I continued on
within its mysterious dance —
as thoughts
and feelings appeared
as movements in some
forgotten symphony —
arranging themselves
and landing again
in the most
beautiful silence
that no one movement
could express.
There was a quiet
holding and letting go —
the remembrance
of events now seen
as part of
the great mystery —
no longer needing
to figure out —
no longer grieving
what was given up —
not needing anything
to be different.
Just this.
May we come together
in this moment —
stepping outside
all the places
where we feel small
or wounded —
that we may see
from a higher place
and acknowledge our struggles,
no matter how small
or great —
remembering our true power
as wholeness —
uniting together
from this truer place
where there is
natural connection
and trust —
where there is true
and lasting healing —
finding courage
to show up
as our truest selves.
Amen
There were times
when the absolute best
I could do
was take the very next
needed step in trust
that the next
would appear
just as needed —
just as it had
always been.
And in-between these
small leaps of faith,
the voices of doubt grew
so much quieter
that I found myself
straining to hear —
as if their presence
could offer
any real security.
Funny, I had thought
they did.
When we have searched,
gathered and dropped
every word
we had thought
to carry back,
when all that
is left
upon our return
is the silence
in our hearts
because we have
both given up
and found our Love,
I will gather
the words again
for you.
I have gathered thoughts
and tossed them
many times —
following the words
again and again
all the way back
to silence.
I have waited patiently
for insight —
only to watch it fade.
I have gone
my own way,
taken each step
as a part
of the mystery.
I have gotten lost
and found
many treasures.
I have traced my
own Self
back to nothing.
And I am
still here.
Thank you for each heart
that has answered
the call of Love,
showing up in a world
of great suffering
and great beauty,
being exposed
to all if it —
often intensely.
Thank you for each
quiet prayer
from each human soul
holding a sacred space
because the choice
was made
to look inside
or to reach out
for answers,
to do what was required —
to make this
sacred journey into the heart.
Thank you
for being here.
Amen
