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.
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...]
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 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...]