Continuing On


At a certain point,

letting go

of everything

became the only real


There was a

gentle surrender,

a resetting of parts

ready to work


in new ways —

a release of the


dialogue of mind

that would have

held me back.


Whatever It Was

At a certain point,

the only real

option was to hold

the space within —

to retreat

in surrender

to the quiet prayer

of my heart —

not knowing

how or if

it would affect

anything else.

But it was the only

real option left —

again and again.

The landing became


after a while.

And it didn’t seem

to matter so much

what met me

in that place.

Whatever it was

had to know

the sweetness

of that same



The Quieting

The quieting

continued to deepen.

Outer and inner experiences

were no longer seen

as obstacles,

but as life simply

showing up

as I had witnessed

my own self

showing up

to meet life.

And in this quieting,

there was often

sadness —

as again and again,

I offered up

my whole self

to something other than

what my mind imagined

life to be.

But there was always

great peace.

From A Quiet Prayer

Surrender to a Deeper Me

When life on the surface

became too much,

I found there was

immediate relief

in turning inward,

sinking down

past the thoughts

of how things should be,

resetting to a state

of prayer,

and refocusing

in the present moment

as it appeared —

holding, honoring

and letting go

until it became

something beautiful.

Always, this surrender to

a deeper me

was more satisfying

and more tender

than any experience

I could have created