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 […]
And so a quiet prayer was whispered and felt beyond words. And it was known instantly, without doubt — by each piece of self in every last place where it had been forgotten that it is loved, heard, nurtured, included and cherished in every new moment of now — forever. Amen
Life happened within its own unfolding. It happened within the search for wholeness, in the endless reaching outward, and in the surrender to the delicate balance of meeting my own whole Self in each moment and holding the pure love of the sacred space into which it always returned.
The more I began to focus on what was appearing right in front of me, the more I felt the presence of my own wholeness. There was a holding and letting go of what appeared on the surface and a sense of connection I knew couldn’t be lost.
After all of the holding and letting go, more than I ever thought possible, what is left is a silence, a reverence — a trace of lingering sadness, a treasured tenderness surrounded by the purest love. —What’s Right Here
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 […]
It seemed risky at first. But I never regretted my decision to continue on toward my heart at all costs. Somewhere, subtly, deep down I knew it was reconnecting with my own deepest heart I longed for most of all.
It was the feeling of being connected with all of my own fractured pieces I had longed to reclaim. It was this longing for this sacred reconnection I had sensed returning to all of my experiences that calmed me whenever I reached in the direction of my own heart.
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.
Healing my own heart was a delicate process of looking within and gently holding all of the parts of my whole self with the purest love — with the help of my own inner healer and each tiny piece that courageously showed up to offer its own unique set of skills gathered though an often painful, incredibly sacred human soul journey.