Quiet Reflections and Prayers
And so there was
a quieting,
an understanding
beyond words —
a reconnecting
with my own heart
that continued to
deepen.
There was still
pain.
But the desire to
push it down
or project it
outside of me
was replaced
with the move to
honor and
transform it back
into tenderness.
Let me honor
the parts of me
that cry out.
Let me be
the place of calm
that knows
the deepest kind
of silence,
includes all emotion
and holds
all of it.
Amen
I wish to reflect
all that is soft,
to offer my love
to all that is not —
to remind us
of the sacredness
of the journey
and the beauty
in the transformation.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I found things seemed
most tangled up
when there was
shifting going on
a little
deeper down.
And moving through
meant holding on
while letting go —
the most delicate
of moves.
In-between struggling
and peace,
there was a delicate hand,
the me
that could lead
the rest of me safely
though this place.
It wasn’t each little
part alone
as it had seemed.
It wasn’t the good
and the bad.
It took each one
who had felt
separate
and tried so hard.
It took the trust
of each precious one
who dared
to show up.
And it was
this delicate
turning around
by the healer
within us all.
I held on
to a tiny whisper
from my heart
and the smallest bit
of silent space.
I had tried
all other ways
and sensed the time
had come to risk
all that was left
and let go of my mind’s
idea of how
this thing should go.
Anyway, that tiny whisper
couldn’t be ignored
much longer.
The way
to a new place
was through
all I didn’t know —
the most tender place,
this place of
in-between.
I found I could
hold and honor
whatever was in front
of me —
pushing on
and remembering
just enough
in each moment.
Letting go of everything
often
allowed for deeper honoring
and natural shifting —
leaving space
for healing thoughts
to form —
leading naturally
to sacred space
and lasting calm,
even in the middle
of great transformation.
The most subtle
shifting began
to happen —
a raising up
of all things
interconnected.
All that was
entangled began
to meet
the steadiness
and grace
naturally present
in the stillness
of my deepest heart.
For a while
I wondered
what it would
be like to be okay
no matter what,
to no longer need
to manipulate
this life
by force.
And this wondering,
as all things held
with pure intent,
naturally
transformed itself —
becoming the realization
that it is already so.
Perhaps the most
beautiful part
of transformation
is knowing
the place of
in-between —
that first intimate,
still moment
of remembrance
that these are
tender times —
right here,
when no thought
of some distant goal
appears sweeter
and all past memories
take on the taste
of that one moment
of purity
forever.
Laurie's Notes 