Floor-to-ceiling windows frame acres of light. The walls showcase B&W close-ups of architectural details: poems in stone. The photographer with the impeccable eye will also perform my root canal. Scared and fretful yesterday, I memorized part of an old prayer. It's still with me now, as I leaf through a glossy magazine, … [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.
The phone jangles us awake. Wrenched from the warm crease of sleep, Dreamer and I wedge our feet into shoes. The painters we hired want to pressure-wash both our … [Read More...]
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 … [Read More...]
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...]