Friday, March 9, 2012

the singing of light

And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way a sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a throat, if god wasn't just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered frozen from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up. Where am I? Even the rough words come to me now, quick as thistles. Who made your tyrant's body, your thirst, your delving, your gladness? Oh tiger, oh bone-breaker, oh tree on fire! Get away from me. Come closer.

--Mary Oliver, from West Wind
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4 comments:

  1. erinMarch 9, 2012 at 4:25 PM

    perfectly demonstrated with your photograph. such a thirst for life! this is what i want to be surrounded with. this is what i want to be swallowed by.

    xo
    erin

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  2. LauraMarch 9, 2012 at 6:32 PM

    me too. I seem to have invoked it tonight with this poem. such a quietly peaceful energy here in my quiet mountain world this evening. Rabbits were playing under the big yellow moon when I came home. they danced off into the dark forest.

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  3. Deepr WatrMarch 9, 2012 at 6:56 PM

    The words and the photo speak to me of energy. Energy that begets.

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  4. LauraMarch 9, 2012 at 7:07 PM

    yes, Deepr. it does, I think.

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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.