Sigh ... audibly. Deeply. Frequently. (So says my fitness instructor) Dreamer's latest angiogram date looms. After 5 bypasses, why are we here again? Dismay feels substantive enough to mold—like river sludge between cupped palms. Sigh. Empty the hands, lift them in trusting surrender. An audible sigh re-inflates the vital, … [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.
Breaking in sounds so ... criminal. Unless it's light breaking in, or insight, or a penetrating sense of hope. February 1973, public restroom, Hawaii: … [Read More...]
Hinge point: It's my blog's 2 1/2 year mark. I’m trying something new. Let me know what you think? Introducing . . . ONE-MINUTE WONDERS: 1 snapshot … [Read More...]
I liked its abashed demeanor. 1 stout brace 9 wood pickets, indifferently trimmed 2 rusty hinges: half-attached Propped against a tree, that gate radiated … [Read More...]