becomes fuel.
The ordinary secrets
of November's
nowhere burn into the
sweet, laughing vernacular
I learn when no
one else
is looking.
----©Laura Sorrells 2012
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- Laura
- Georgia, United States
- 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 riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.
Your photo takes my breath away. I love the peek of color in between the stately trees. A beautiful write, too. xo
ReplyDeleteI like your new banner. In the wake of Hurricane Sandy and its effects here in SE Pennsylvania, the storm clouds in the photo remind me of the order and new life the Spirit brings out of chaos. As always, your poem is quite powerful. The unexpected part, for me, is thinking of vernacular as something to be learned.
ReplyDeleteThank you both. I'm glad you like the poem. I put it together partly from a list of words culled from Barry Lopez's book Home Ground. Deepr,your comment about vernacular puts me in mind of Wes Jackson's book Becoming Native to this Place. An interesting concept. We are about to begin writing about community in my class, and I am curious about how the storm has created, damaged, and impacted communities...Marion, I'm glad you like the photo. I took it in the forest below my house.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the journey. I love seeing between trees.
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