I stumble into it— amid the chaotic, semi-darkness of dread. During a week of wars and rumors of war, political mayhem, and monstrous weather, I glimpse, like Gretel and her brother escaping the grim fairy tale forest, a subtle map . . . . . . in my case, a design covertly laid down for me to trace, akin to bread crumbs marking … [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.
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Statio: Any Given Moment
Statio: Latin, noun . . . Wait, let me begin again, in English. And let's take the scenic route. Take that mystery B&B bedding—last week, on our anniversary. … [Read More...]
Called by Name
Called by Name Sometimes a story comes my way. It’s not about me. And then, somehow, it is. When I pay attention, a personal longing or loss—often yet to be … [Read More...]
Which Way
Which Way? Picture a big hollow stump, underwater: flat rim, heart rotted out. Two barefoot girls can straddle the edge, toes curled. They must steady each other … [Read More...]
First-timer: Never too late
First-timer? Think amateur: "one who ardently engages in something, for love. Of course, it also means “skill … [Read More...]
Chrysalis
Chrysalis Every so often God lovingly summons me to spin myself a figurative chrysalis, a timeout from the … [Read More...]
Sometimes We Need to Dwell on the Ledge
Dwell on the LEDGE? That can't be right. I want off! Worry has me on robo-call. It knows my address. What … [Read More...]
Suspended
We think we know rain . . . But listen! What is that? Icy hammers striking a steel roof? A sideways, rattlepane … [Read More...]
Portrait: Dean Davis Photography