I believe
in the power
of pure love
and transformation.
I choose to follow
the path
of my heart
and stand
in the fire
of my soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I believe
in the power
of pure love
and transformation.
I choose to follow
the path
of my heart
and stand
in the fire
of my soul.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
For a while,
I followed the endless
promises of another
way out
of pain and longings —
only to be caught
in cycles
of up and down
and forward
and back.
And so I began
to follow the pieces
of me
that could lead
in a different way —
calming and evolving
with each small surrender
and bit of courage
to keep showing up
as healer
of my own heart.
With all of the pieces
gathered up,
after having glimpsed
the true peace
at the bottom of
the deep abyss below,
I let go
of everything
and jumped.
I stopped seeking,
stopped questioning,
stopped trying
to know the exact right
way to do it.
This time,
I trusted the pieces
to fall where they needed
to fall.
And I held on
to the beautiful
emptiness in the very center
of my heart instead.
For a time,
I seemed to lose
the sacred ground
of my deepest heart,
the place where
subtle knowing
is heard louder
than words.
What a beautiful discovery
to look back
and know
this place as me.
Because I had tired
of the endless searching,
I dared to go
to the edge —
past the pieces
I had tried to fit
together and arrange,
beyond the chaos
on the surface
and below,
not giving up,
not waiting for
one more minute
or one more
reason to turn back —
determined to
find my way
to the very center
of my heart
in that very moment —
where there was calm.
When there were
no words to match,
when the outer world
failed to reflect
what was most true,
I vowed to stand stilll,
to hold my ground —
to never again
let go
of the stillness
within my heart.
And so my reaching led
into my deepest heart,
straight through
all that had seemed
too painful
or too far —
one tiny step
from the me
in search of something
to the me
that held it all.
Let our hearts
be open.
Let our wounded places
be held —
reminding us
of our true nature,
helping us to continue on
when we feel like
giving up —
guiding us safely back
to the subtle,
wordless beauty
hidden somewhere
in-between the letting go
and rising above.
Amen
There was a deepening,
a surrender,
a sinking in
to my own deepest heart.
And though there were
no words to describe
or explain,
there came, instead,
the sweetest
kind of silence
as each attempt
was replaced by
a simple, quiet prayer
and faded effortlessly
back into nothing.
I continued on —
participating in
the forever unfolding,
experiencing
and healing —
connecting and being
a deeper me
without knowing
exactly how.