There was a quiet connection within my heart that never left. Words flowed from somewhere beyond time – comforting and creating space for healing – a path through all that was painful into a place of ever-evolving tenderness. Advertisements
And so there was a quieting, a sacred holding, the journey within — where all was dissolved into the purest love. Sadness lingered there. Tender memories found their place and helped to form words to point the way to subtle mysteries and treasures only the most tender hearts could hold.
When I looked back, after a while, the story I had carried had faded. It was the subtler, sometimes painfully subtle story beyond the surface that kept my attention. It was the faint memory of all the times I had managed to allow a quieting, just enough to hear the quiet prayer spoken from my own heart — somewhere long ago. It was each moment I had allowed my heart to remain open, even though […]
May I be guided today by grace. May I have the patience to wait for higher thoughts. May I be moved by inspiration and love and creative flow — viewing each experience that crosses my path as an alternate route to tenderness. Amen
Sometimes prayers become wordless — when there are a million words in the heart, but not one to match the rawness of emotion felt. And so I offer my deepest silent prayer to the place of peace in us all in this moment and the next. And I honor our steps as we find our way. — Laurie, What Now
There was a continuous movement within the stillness of my true Self. It was the softening of all parts of me that had felt separate and lost in repetitive cycles of emotional pain. I had reached the place of enough is enough and decided to find my way to tenderness. Tenderness came out of the realization I was reliving the exact same old pain I had vowed to never feel again. It came out of […]
I found it was possible and simpler than I had imagined to soften my experience in my heart and in the world. I began by taking the reigns of my own healing journey, while dropping the struggle at the same time. Help showed up as needed, but it was when I really began to live from my inner heart space that I began to experience tenderness. I focused on being my inner healer and living […]
I began to notice small moments of natural tenderness and a faint whisper of a wordless prayer in my heart. It was the opposite of the struggle to push away pain and impossible to ignore because I had known such huge contrast. After a while, it was most natural to remain open to experiences and the slightest sign or hint of the beginnings of tenderness.
It took a little practice, but I learned to remain in my heart. I learned to honor all that was painful while holding space for tenderness. I began to sink into my heart a little more each time I remembered I had the option to remain there. Experiences that seemed unhealable at first glance began to reflect the softening in my own heart.
There were times when the most pressing work to be done was to retrace my steps, to return to a place of reprieve — to soothe my own heart a little more.