I dared to stop,
to be still in my heart
just long enough
for words to form
to comfort
all that was unsettled
in me.
And then I found
the comfort came
before the words
in my willingness to be
with all that is here —
in the presence of
my own soul.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I dared to stop,
to be still in my heart
just long enough
for words to form
to comfort
all that was unsettled
in me.
And then I found
the comfort came
before the words
in my willingness to be
with all that is here —
in the presence of
my own soul.
Journeys can
sometimes be challenging.
May we find courage
to trust
in their unfolding
and a little comfort
and beauty
along the way.
Amen
I held on
to my heart
and to the silent knowing
that couldn’t be
expressed.
And there was
great beauty
in being enough.
I kept my focus
in my heart.
I learned to be okay
with a little messiness
on the surface.
I stopped trying
to sort it all out.
At a certain point,
my quiet honoring was
enough.
I found I was
deeply connected
with life
in each moment.
And all of the ways
parts of me
used to cry out
began to fade
beautifully
into the background.
All of the parts
of me
I had held
for so long
began to fade
back into the silence
of my true Self.
Sometimes the contrast
was shocking.
But I never really longed
for the way it was
before.
I began to sense
a deeper story
than what could be known
on the surface.
And I found I had
a deep respect
for all of the pieces
I couldn’t quite
fit together
and for life itself
that I wouldn’t trade
to have walked
an easier path.
And so my heart
was drawn
to all that was
simple and pure.
And my mind was clear
and still —
no longer desiring
to push or impose —
in sweet surrender
to my heart.
Let our focus be
on listening
a little more deeply,
below the surface —
that we may hear
a different voice —
the quieter,
more subtle knowing
within.
Amen.
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.