the Beloved
burns everything into
breath.
Why not choose
to seek the
crucible, and behold
its luminous
praise?
©Laura Sorrells 2013
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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.
Beautiful! Is it both photography and choreography, and its poem an affirmation of life --the measured internal combustion of metabolism.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Geo. I got the idea, though not the verbiage itself aside from two words, from an old story of one of the old early monastic Desert Fathers. I'm glad you like the fire picture too.
ReplyDeletea holy, healing write, Laura. the pic goes perfectly with it. Love & Blessings. xo
ReplyDeleteLovely. I like how you simply describe the Beloved... Breath and the Spirit!
ReplyDeleteThank you both. Healing for me, too.
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