Tuesday, December 22, 2015

along the way

The early light of this midwinter
weather is finally choosing
its full name.
Poor and transformative,
the humble challenge
of your desert Heart
shares its imagination
with every cloud,
every changing sky,
every hungry traveller
who washes the feet
of Jesus
in the busy city
along the way to becoming
the promised Feast.

----Laura Sorrells
Advent 2015

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Laura!! One Christmas Eve I went to a foot washing service at a little church. It was one of the most humbling, spiritually rich experiences I've ever had. Merry Christmas! xo

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    1. Marion, my dad's folks were primitive Baptists going way back. I have often wondered what the world might be like if that part of the Holy Thursday legacy were actually, consistently, frequently practiced. I think it might well be very powerful on a huge level. Thank you for your kind comment!

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  2. Lovely images and we're all on a journey. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and stayed dry as we've been hearing of floods in that part of the state.

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    1. Thank you, sage. I was disappointed not to be able to go to the monastery for midnight mass on Christmas Eve because of the storms, but really it was a beautiful holiday all told. I hope yours was wonderful too, and thanks for your words, as ever.

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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 riverrun67@gmail.com or lksorrells@hotmail.com.