Two vases, cast off by their owners, stand side by side in my greenhouse window. My Jack Sprat-and-wife of the pottery world. Both came from yard sales, several years apart, and I enjoy them every day. But this morning … I see them a-fresh. Last year, you could say my life resembled the tall vase: shapely … [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...
Please Pass the Salt
Today I drink bone broth straight from the white mug a friend gave me, years ago, inscribed with lyrics, in red: “I Love You, Lord” . . . (and I lift my … [Read More...]
Reset: Notes from a Backward Sabbatical
Reset: A fresh start. A return to zero. We humans reset our clocks & lottery jackpots, bowling pins & broken bones, odometers, iPhones & circuit … [Read More...]
Leaven, Longing, and the Infinitesimal
Leaven — even packaged, it’s alive. (Just dormant, at present.) Like most of us, yeast needs a little warmth some food and room to grow Because … [Read More...]
In the Dark: 1 Old Bird Learns a Few New Licks
No one would choose this. Enforced seclusion for the past month (with recurring C. Diff, a vile intestinal … [Read More...]
Stepping Out amid 100 Questions
Stepping out ... Quail: roughly the size of a man’s fist. Sleeping, they splay; roused, they leap into the air, like … [Read More...]
Sometimes, the Gift Tears YOU Open
Gift? Or Riddle? Joseph wakes her, by lantern-light. “We have to go. It’s not safe here.” All Ears, their rickety … [Read More...]
Grace … in media res: (in the middle of things)
Grace ... in media res "In the Middle of Things" Between our creaking dockand the park’s rocky point,leaching bluefrom … [Read More...]