Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It had not been
an easy path.
But the memories
of the journey
were sweet.
Wounded places
had transformed
themselves into
treasured tender spaces.
Thoughts of separation
had become
prayers of gratitude
and support
to all parts
still in transformation —
arising out of
and leading
safely back to
this now treasured
space within
our deepest hearts.
I know it is
possible to stay
firmly planted
in my heart,
even as past pain
and intense emotions
are being transformed.
May we always find
strength
and the effortless place
of calm
within our deepest hearts —
no matter what
is playing out
on the surface.
May all that is present
be honored.
Amen
Healing became
a sacred honor.
I found peace
in reconnecting with
what it really meant
to be alive.
I began to do my part
without a guarantee
or need
for a particular result.
The very act of holding
and honoring
became the focus.
It was in this place
that I found
my deepest comfort
and healing.
Remind us
of the power
in our willingness
to pause
for a moment —
to go within —
to honor
what is here
as it is —
allowing what is
naturally transforming
and returning to
the quiet space
that is
forever.
Amen
Help me to hold
what is here
with love —
to meet this moment
with honor
and grace,
the kind of grace
that allows
all that has been
too painful
or too much
to naturally transform itself
back into
its purest form.
Amen
I found in me
a tender place,
a vulnerability —
the place of
my deepest pain,
beyond my own personal
pain —
passed to me
in hope that I would
have the courage
to honor and let go
of all that was
no longer needed —
to hold
all that was left
with all that appeared
for as long as it took
to transform itself
into something beautiful.
I hold what is here
with love,
as it is in me,
as it is in you —
as it gently transforms itself
back into its purest form.
Amen.
One day I found
I had become
the me who once seemed
so far away,
the me who comforted
and gently transformed
whatever appeared,
the me who dared
to stand still
and honor
all the pieces
of a heart
that thought it was
broken.
One day I remembered
a simpler place
where thoughts
are gathered up
like flowers
and set down
without worry,
that unexplored place
of in-between,
where few were brave enough
to stay
and magic never left.
One day
I began to see
the natural beauty
hidden just beneath
the surface of this life.
And instead of trying
to sort it all out
at once,
I let go
a little more
into the mystery
and held on
ever so lightly
to each new moment
as it transformed itself
into the next
and love revealed herself
in pieces.
Laurie's Notes 