Quiet Reflections and Prayers
When there were
no more words,
I stopped waiting.
I stopped picking up
and looking for
all of the things
that were not quite
what I had thought.
And I listened
a little more deeply
with my heart
and honored,
a little more fully —
all that could not
be written.
For a while,
it seemed fitting
to find just the right words
to reflect
what I had found
in my heart.
And then, to my surprise,
I found it rather beautiful
to let the words come
more naturally
from a little deeper me —
even if they felt
a little less graceful
at first —
even if there were
no words at all.
I turned down the noise
around me
and inside.
And in that space,
I found my Self.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
For a moment,
I let go of the pieces
of my heart,
set them down gently,
those that seemed
a little broken
or unsettled
and those that had
been mended.
And there was
a beautiful silence,
the purest kind of love
that had no words at all.
I was reminded
many times
of the power
in allowing life to flow
around me
without trying to do
or create
more than my part.
And I remembered the strength
and wisdom I found
in quieter places
and the joy of being
part of a greater whole.
I found great strength
in the willingness
to show up —
to honor and see
a little past
what appeared
on the surface —
to hold a space
instead of trying
to fill it up.
All of the little
parts of me
began to fade
just enough
to always be connected
with my whole Self.
But I continued on
with honor
and the quiet joy
and compassion
that came out of being whole
and also in pieces.
One day there was
a sense of honor
for being alive
in that very moment,
however challenging
and seemingly imperfect
it was —
a different kind
of okay
that carried over
into everything that unfolded
from there.
The road back
to my heart
seemed winding
and difficult at times.
And there were times,
along the way,
when I knew
without doubt
that there was
a deeper story,
when I knew
that it was in fact
these moments of
of pure knowing,
often in the middle
of the most difficult
experiences,
that reflected the vastness
of the love we are
so clearly.
It was these moments
that outshined
and overflowed into
every other moment.
I found there was
always space
within my heart.
And there was comfort
where words couldn’t go —
the silent places into which
they faded
and appeared again
in different forms
without ever losing
their true essence.
Laurie's Notes 