So much depends on the angle of light, and the way you squint. —Margaret Atwood Butterflies, for instance . . . How would you caption this photo? Little bug, big attitude? Walk softly, and cast a long shadow? Dracu-fly wannabe with serious Cape Envy? I almost missed this miniature drama at my feet. Dreamer noticed the lone … [Read More...]
I’m Laurie, a contemplative writer, musician and artist, who helps distracted, heart-weary people refocus on God in creative ways that spark hope and wholeness.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face. —George Eliot Dear readers, our daughter and soon-to-be-formally adopted grandbaby, Keira, are feeling their … [Read More...]
Windfall —"an unexpected gain" — who wouldn't want one? Oh, have I got a story for you, a tale worth a roomful of candles and cake . . . S.O.S. One week ago the … [Read More...]
Space Day 1: I wake to the heady pine scent of Christmas—the morning I’ve dreaded (backstory here). Our trees are falling. Heartwood splinters like gunfire. Out … [Read More...]