become the
exultant disciple
of your
thirst. No
mantra, no
movement, no
author. Only
this sweet
desert, this
family of
fire, this
breath.
©Laura Sorrells 2013
all rights reserved
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Showing posts with label breath. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
only
become the
exultant disciple
of your
thirst. No
mantra, no
movement, no
author. Only
this sweet
desert, this
family of
fire, this
breath.
©Laura Sorrells 2013
all rights reserved
Monday, December 3, 2012
that conversation
needs to be loved.
Its breath wants
the careful religion
of attention. Each
smoky sigh deepens
the wordless blessing
of this ache. My eyes wait
in the dark for the tender
call of Nothing.
Anywhere can be the
meeting-place of
hymn and emptiness,
the marriage bed
of praise and distance.
Listen for that
conversation, and
be ready
to leave your life.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
Sunday, November 11, 2012
prayer poem before coffee
opens to me, a
prayer that wants to
bring me the
living vein of
love I have
longed to breathe
every morning.
Its season is this
prayer's only
moment, a
hatching, a light,
an everything begging
for surrender.
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
Friday, August 31, 2012
the wordless question
your breath releases
is becoming
the chalice my
blazing heart
adores
©Laura Sorrells 2012
all rights reserved
Saturday, August 15, 2009
a space like breath
Between these waves of winter salt
and the fingers of deciduous stillness
that arc and lean above them,
beached
and whittled
into the sparse clarity of speechless ghosts,
there is a space like breath,
like air but greener,
generous with wind,
learning the lightness of release.
lks 8/15/09(My old friend Max challenged me this morning to write something to accompany this photograph. It had to include the word deciduous. It was fun. )
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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.