One day I found
I had become
the me who once seemed
so far away,
the me who comforted
and gently transformed
whatever appeared,
the me who dared
to stand still
and honor
all the pieces
of a heart
that thought it was
broken.
Tag: recovery
To Listen and To Trust
I stopped trying
to analyze and explain.
I stopped trying
to fix.
I stopped to listen
and to trust
a little more deeply
in my heart.
Just Below the Surface
The moment came
when it was more painful
to remain stuck,
not to look.
And so I began to trust
in my own healer
within —
letting go
of old thoughts
and the need to change
or even heal.
And because holding on
to this me,
the natural shifting
that happened
because of it,
and all I saw
just below the surface
was so beautiful,
I didn’t ever feel
the need to turn back.
Sacred Hope
And so I vowed to live
in a new way,
fully present and grounded,
unafraid to be
among all that is messy
and unclear
and uncomfortable,
in surrender
to all that is most healed
in me,
holding space
for more healing
and sacred hope
for the transformation
of all that seems unhealable
and unsolvable —
in reverence
of my own experience
and yours.
Amen.
No Words
I found few words
were needed
to honor
all that crossed my path,
all that came up
from the still unhealed
places.
Often there were
no words at all —
no need to analyze
or fix —
only the complete willingness
to hold
and continue on.
Stillness and Movement
I stopped
trying so hard
to be the me
I thought I should be.
And I started to
see the real me
just showing up,
naurally —
shifting
and evolving
as the stillness
and movement
of life.
A Gentle Way
I found that healing deeply requires us to reach a little bit. We are required to stretch a little beyond our conditioned thinking, entering unknown places we have been afraid to trust — creating space for new ways. I found there is a gentle way of walking through that is much more pleasant than struggling against and avoiding ourselves. I found healing can feel good — magical even.
— Laurie, Heart Space
This Sacred Journey
I found there were places
in me
that remained unhealed —
tender places
I wouldn’t offer
in exchange
for the winding path
that led me back
to my Self.
I found healing wasn’t
something that happened
at the beginning
or the end,
but a beautiful unfolding.
And so I honor
this sacred journey.
A Quiet Prayer of Hope
Because what I saw
was so beautiful,
I decided to stay
just beneath the surface
of this life —
to continue to see
what is real
and true —
to offer a quiet prayer
of hope
for us all.
Just Enough
There came a time
when the parts
of me
that had worked
so hard
to find the way back
began to trust
just enough
to let go
a little more.
And so I became
even quieter
in my heart.
And I understood
what it really means
to be still
and to trust.
— Laurie, Healer of My Own Heart
I have written these words as my own medicine. I share them with you with love and a quiet prayer.
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