Saturday, May 12, 2012

like a sister

A solemn glisten of awe
declares its music.
If you look at the wind,
you will find
a sustaining expectancy,
familiar in its
wild shining. Go with
that stormy pilgrim.
Your listening soul
will enter its healing mystery
like a sister
speaking with family.

-©Laura Sorrells 2012
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  1. Beautiful picture and poem. When it comes to healing mysteries, however, my own sisters have proven something of a disappointment. I suspect, tho, that our true relatives are scattered across the universe and seldom number among our immediate kin. One finds them as I found your blog.

  2. I am fortunate indeed to feel like my own close blood relatives are all very much kindred in spirit too. lots of my less immediate relatives are also. I don't have a sister but have been thinking a lot lately about the "all my relations" blessing that the Lakota and other Native Americans use, and that way of seeing is hopefully becoming more a part of who I am. Thank you for the kind compliment here, geo. it made me smile, for sure.

  3. The sketch looks to me like a Celtic knot. And, the notion of music, named in the lyrics, puts in my mind an auditory element -- Celtic, of course -- as I consider the words.

  4. It is a Celtic knot, one of four designs on a square rubber stamp I have. I have drawn such knots but they're always much more lopsided. I hear music in almost everything (I know it sounds crazy). What comes around for me here is the Waterboys song Home in the Meadow. seems to fit.


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I live at the edge of the forest in a little town in the north Georgia mountains. I teach sixth grade Language Arts and am writing a memoir of sorts about family, spirituality, and narrative. I am also exploring a possible writing project having to do with contemporary lay contemplative experience and how it might be informed by the Desert Fathers and Mothers of early Christianity. I am a relatively recent convert to Roman Catholicism and an admirer of Pope Francis, Leonardo Boff, Joan Chittister, and Richard Rohr. I'm a Lay Associate of Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Monastery in Conyers, Georgia. I am interested in indigenous cultures, narratives, and spirituality, especially how these can inform my spirituality as a lay contemplative. I write, read, take pictures, play around with creating ephemera from paper and cloth and other organic things. I cook, hike, watch wildlife, and collect random bits of interesting oddness, both tangible and abstract. I am a seer of smallness and a caretaker of ridiculous minutiae. If you want, e-mail me at or