Call of the Wind Alarm Picture David’s royal bed, his oldest lyre suspended, vertically, overhead . . . all night an eerie, braided hum-m-m roused by wind at play among the strings. Chilled, dream-stalled, blinking — did he burrow down? We know cold blooms within our bones in lonely hours. Watch with me, as … [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.
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.Read More...
Open Sesame
Open Sesame . . . Hand your children a treasure hunt clue — to open last — on Christmas Day: Find the one space in our house you’ve never discovered; the … [Read More...]
Rich in mercy
Uh-oh. I spot the unmarked, four-inch ridge of pavement a smidgeon too late ... But I've jump-cut ahead. Flash backward with me — before the detour. My … [Read More...]
Stealth: Is There a Good Kind?
Stealth Within our valiant pines bark beetles gnaw the inner life. Left unaddressed, they will riddle the heartwood. Their labyrinths glisten with eggs that … [Read More...]
Gaiety . . . to Go
“Whoa, pull over!” I cry. Phone in hand, I scramble past the curb. An entire front yard froths with blooms the size … [Read More...]
Double-dog-dare-you
Double-dog-dare-you . . . or What Rocked Me Most, on our getaway at The River Cove … [Read More...]
Weight and Wait: More than a Homonym
It starts with a nudge. A trusted friend, moved to pray for me, did so. A single word came into his mind. … [Read More...]
Whistle Pig
May’s winding down. I’ve launched a passel of heart-wrung essays and poems into cyberspace and now await editors’ yeas … [Read More...]