Showing posts with label prayer of the heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prayer of the heart. Show all posts
Saturday, April 11, 2015
the secret changes
Labels:
change,
Christ,
darkness,
Divine Beloved,
Easter,
faith,
found poem,
God,
grace,
heart,
Jesus,
joy,
liminality,
love,
night,
paradox,
passion,
prayer of the heart,
transformation,
Vigils
Sunday, March 22, 2015
hidden and emptied
Labels:
Divine Beloved,
Easter,
God,
grace,
heart,
Jesus,
Lent,
love,
passion,
poem,
prayer,
prayer of the heart,
silence,
Stations of the Cross,
waiting
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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.

