Sunday, March 23, 2014

written without words

The humble star
you point to
insists on 
Free and empty,
my little pilgrim’s
heart celebrates its
shine and what
it shows us:
a family, a seed,
a silent prophet
abiding in the desert;
a herald, bold and holy,
a taste of something
original and wild,
written without words across a living sky.

©Laura Sorrells 2014
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  1. Stunning. Indeed a "living sky" expressing fundamental forces as our garden circles the sun. We seem to be both what reads and what is written.

  2. How rare to taste something "original and wild". Awesome photo and beautiful write, Laura. I saw my first hummingbirds this past week. I never get tired of their sudden arrival every March. I ran and cleaned up my feeders and filled them. It's a joy to feed these little bundles of flying color and energy. Happy Spring!! xo

  3. Thank you all. Geo, yes, both things. The seeker and what is sought. Marion, I wish the bears around here didn't like hummingbird sugar water as much as they do! Happy spring back to all of you.


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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