May we find
a place of stillness
within —
remembering always
the truth
of who we are.
And may we live
from this place.
Amen
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
May we find
a place of stillness
within —
remembering always
the truth
of who we are.
And may we live
from this place.
Amen
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
After a while,
I began to trust
the quieter moments
of in-between.
I began to see
the beauty
in the ability
to keep my focus
on what was most real
and true in my heart,
no matter what was
appearing on the surface —
trusting in
the natural way
the love I found there
always spilled over.
I found I could
carry on —
relaxing into
a gentler way of being —
naturally letting go
of the many pieces
of me —
trusting what was needed
would continue
to fall back down
a little at a time
in a way that was
just enough.
At a certain point,
I began to set down
the tools I had gathered.
I stopped looking
to gather
and sort
and perfect.
I started showing up
a little more fully
and listening,
a little more attentively,
to the quiet wisdom
within my own heart.
One day I found
I could leave
my thoughts
in a safe place,
in my own heart.
I found I didn’t
need to sort them
all at once.
I could trust
the healer in me
to present just enough
in each moment.
And so I let go
a little more
into this space
within my heart.
There were no words
to describe
the sacred journey
and finding
a little magic within —
right in the middle
of what seemed to be
an impossible path.
My only wish
was to reflect
a little of this magic
out into the world
so that she might
remember and continue
to transform herself
with love.
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.
There was a quiet honoring
that happened
quite naturally.
And I didn’t want
to sort too much
or add too many words
to spoil the natural,
untamed space
in my heart.
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.