Continuing On

Keep Going

Each time another challenge arose,

I was reminded of how

it could have been —

had I not allowed the process

of expanding to happen

so freely.

There was frustration as old

patterns and emotions were

brought to the surface,

and I was tempted to retreat–

just a little.

I learned to turn

inward and hold my ground —

refusing to quit before

the next tender place

was reached.

Sometimes my prayer sounded

more like a tired scream through

swallowed tears

than a comforting whisper.

But there was always

tenderness close by —

as I dared to keep going.

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Prayers

Help Us To Honor Our Own Hearts

Hold us a little tighter when we can’t find our way — as we can’t see the whole picture, and it’s easy to be frightened of the in-between times from here. Help us to honor all that has felt dishonored in our own hearts — that we might honor all things more deeply. Amen
–Laurie, What Now

Quieting

Out of Nothingness

It was the small miracles,

the quiet inspirations, that kept my heart

pressing on long enough

to find a path that didn’t lead

further away from itself.

It was the gentle, comforting way

words formed out of nothingness

and courage was found

to look challenges in the face —

knowing the transformative power

of surrender first hand.

It was the remembrance of the

turning away from my own heart

and that first step

taken to find a way back.

Continuing On, Unsorted

Somehow

When I looked back, after a while, the story I had carried had faded. It was the subtler, sometimes painfully subtle story beyond the surface that kept my attention.

It was the faint memory of all the times I had managed to allow a quieting,  just enough to hear the quiet prayer spoken from my own heart — somewhere long ago.

It was each moment I had allowed my heart to remain open, even though I was sure I didn’t know how to continue on, that had woven a more beautiful story — somehow.