In this month of cancelled Proms, the memory of mine, over half a century ago, brims within me—mingled emotions still attached. I remember my mother, at the black altar of her sewing machine, the painstaking arc of her spine, face bowed over nimble hands in a circle of light. A sleeveless drift of floral voile in … [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.
Mid-1300s: Stone walls confine her. No power, no plumbing. No hearth. An anchoress, by choice, she is bricked in for life—gruel, heels of bread, perhaps an … [Read More...]
I am 10 years old. Floor to ceiling, three walls of open windows beckon me. The sun room seems to pulse, summer breezes stirring up dust motes suspended in … [Read More...]
What on earth is Hai*pho? A fleeting, luminescent marriage: poem and image. Pho-to + Hai-ku. "So much depends on the light, and the way you squint." (Margaret … [Read More...]