Quiet Reflections and Prayers
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.
A little bit mysteriously,
silent spaces
became healing thoughts
and faded back
into silence.
And the pieces I had tried
to heal
took on a different meaning
as they faded
into me.
I let go of the ideas I had
about what this outer life
should look like.
And I focused
a little more
on the treasures
I would have missed
if life had flowed
a different way.
And the little parts
of me
that once tried to fit
somewhere else
couldn’t help but turn back
and surrender a little more.
I vowed to keep
my focus within
because I had held it
for too long
to turn back.
I let go
of trying so hard
to sort all of the pieces
of my heart
and vowed to be
the me that was okay
without a doubt,
no matter what
appeared to be
on the surface.
I found comfort
in allowing myself
to be
a little unsorted.
And I found a respect
for the unfolding
of life
naturally overflowing
as I continued on
within the mystery.
I held on
to the whispers
from my heart
and to the parts
of me
that had struggled
and searched so long
for a gentler way.
And though the time came
when I could have let go,
I held them
a little closer,
a little lighter —
in honor of the journey.
I continued to hold
the places in me
that needed quieting.
And instead of trying
to remember or share
all I had learned,
I reminded myself
of this quiet place
in my heart —
once only a whisper.
Because I had held
all that was difficult
in my own heart,
I continued on —
seeing all that surrounded me
with a little softer focus,
honoring its unfolding
and returning to silence.
I return
to the silence
within my heart
in gratitude
for each word,
each gentle thought
that forms,
each piece of truth
that finds its way
back here.
This is where
I place my attention:
now —
this sacred space
once forgotten.
— Laurie Whitesel, Healer of My Own Heart; A Journey into Wholeness
I return
to this experience
with honor,
knowing it is enough
to hold this moment
of life —
of which I am
a part.
Laurie's Notes 