I follow the GPS cues exactly (leaving home early, just in case). I’ve enrolled in an evening workshop: “Reflections and Intentions.” En route, I’m haunted by a Jan Richardson poem. Travel the most ancient way of all, Richardson writes. . . . No map but the one you make yourself. "Your destination,” my GPS voice … [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.
Slight as a cat’s eyelash, one black mark graces the page, piquing my curiosity. O how it pulses, as if rendered in neon— this exclamation point humans … [Read More...]
Elegant or squat, satiny, spongy, slim or speckled, the overnight toadstools shoulder through sodden grass. Beneath thick skirts undersides flaunt pale, … [Read More...]
Constancy I want . . . something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become, Something that will just be there, always, like … [Read More...]