Thursday, March 15, 2018




Listen to the insatiable sigh of Creation,
a constant psalm
that knows when your homesickness
burns most deeply,
that embodies your boundless thirst
and enters the cave of your
disorderly heart
without fear.
Behold the kind, relentless
movement of God
in every electron,
in particle and sky,
in heron and coyote,
in lake and highway,
in story and stranger.
The great cosmic festival
incarnates again for you
in every moment,
summoning you home
and remembering,
along with you,
the native Fire
of your shared Heart.

---lks 2016, 2018

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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.