Thank you
for kindness.
Thank you for
smiles and notes
and true
connection.
Thank you for
quiet reflections
of peace
as I find
balance within
my own deepest
heart.
Amen
Thank you
for kindness.
Thank you for
smiles and notes
and true
connection.
Thank you for
quiet reflections
of peace
as I find
balance within
my own deepest
heart.
Amen
Thank you for gentle
souls who dare
to keep going,
refuse to give up
hope,
and continue
to look for
and hold
magic found
in unlikely places —
no matter how
many times
their hearts seem
to shatter
or how many
pieces need to be
gathered or set
free.
Thank you for
tender heart
friends.
Amen
I found life to be
more complex
than the old
boxed-in thought
that had made sense
for a while.
It wasn’t about
being on the right
team
or choosing
one clear path
over another.
It was about
becoming honest
with myself
and seeing parts of me
in others,
even the most difficult
to face
or heal.
It was about
refusing to stay
stuck in old patterns
and daring to find
creative solutions
when there seemed to be
none.
I hold
what is here
with love —
the natural unfolding,
this clear space,
the reverence —
all of this,
including all that is
painful and confusing.
Even as I feel
the shifting ground
beneath me,
I accept and love
all of it
as it is —
right here.
I know these arms
have held
the indescribable pain
of separateness,
reaching inward
and through —
daring to hold
ALL of the pieces
of their own
shattered heart
even before it was
clear they were
not broken —
because somewhere,
underneath the confusion,
a quiet prayer was
whispered.
I gathered all
parts of me,
even those
most difficult
to hold.
And I held all
of me —
all of them.
It didn’t matter
how long it took
or that there was,
in fact,
no guarantee
that my holding
would make any
difference at all.
And I honored all
that had led me
to that point —
all of it —
because I had
made it to my
deepest heart.
And I set
it all
down.
There was
a subtle shifting,
a gentle returning to
a peace
I had once known
as the connection
with all parts
of me —
within my heart.
What seemed at first
to be a pulling away
from the world
around me
became the rippling out
and receding
of my own
quiet prayers.
Let us be quieted
just enough —
that we may
hear our own
silent prayers.
And when we
feel small,
quiet our hearts
just a little more.
Amen
I found
hidden clues
about myself
and how to proceed
in the symptoms
and those annoying
situations I found
myself in —
the ones I had
interpreted
as simply something
to avoid
at all cost.
I found that by
opening to my own
hidden insights,
I was able to move
more fully
into wholeness.
I found
it was possible
to turn in the direction
of natural unity
and abilities
in a world that had
put just about
everything
above the sacredness
of its own soul
and body.
I found it was possible
to look
at where I stood
and choose
to take a different path —
to not get lost
in the grieving of
what could have been
or settle for
bad copies
of what was still
pure —
to remember
what had been kept
hidden and safe
within
my own heart
and to use the skills
I had learned
to find
or create
a new path.
For a dear friend who asked me what I learned after a long recovery from anorexia
and for all of us —
I found that,
without a doubt,
who I am
is more than
this human body
and mind.
I know this,
not because I studied
with enlightened beings,
even though I did.
I know this because
I lived it.
That is the power
and tender treasure
in this human journey,
especially those
that involve
deep healing.
I found this human
being to be a part
of me
with many parts
of its own,
some that are beautiful
and easy to love
and some that are
more difficult.
I found my greatest
healing in holding,
honoring and letting go.
I found this was a natural
process.
I found the core
of who I am
is Love.
I found this Love
naturally reveals
just enough information
in each moment.
I found my symptoms
and outer triggers
to be, in fact,
pieces of information
along this sacred journey.
I came to see
this life
wasn’t just about
healing symptoms
and reaching goals.
It was about the journey
itself.
And I began to remember
just how sacred
life is.
I began to see
myself as connected
to all of it.
I found I was
connected in each moment
to a higher self
and to the whole.
There was no need
to search outside
of me
for that connection.
There was no need
to try so hard
to manifest much.
Whispers of
pure spirit,
nature,
and the connection
found in a handful
of deep friendships
were more satisfying
than anything else.
I found joy
in being in a creative,
sacred space
with others
and my Self —
that silent space
of Love.