Monday, September 3, 2012

The Limnologist

She conjures forth bubbles
of fire from frozen lakes.
I heard it on the radio,
circling the dark lanes
of a parking deck
at dusk. A big blue
Suburban nearly backed
into me as I listened to her
talk about the flare
of methane against
the Siberian sky,
just above tables
of dense Russian ice,
and how she freed
the gas from the face
of the invisibly
percolating lake. She is in love
with “the power of water
in its frozen and
unfrozen forms,” and she
unlocks it, standing back
as it lets her have itself—
a propulsion of conjured chemistry,
beloved and unsettling,
a threshold of flow, an ascent
of alchemical liquid strong
enough to free boulders
with the rise of its release.

©Laura Sorrells 2007--2012
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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