always turn
annihilation into
origin? The patience
of the Guest dances
in that eddy of love. Forever
new, the friendship
between
unsayableness and
music trembles like
the skin of a pond,
entered.
-----©Laura Sorrells 2012
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
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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.
I love the photo of the reflection and now ponder your words...
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am still pondering them.
ReplyDeleteIs the Feast a reference to Thanksgiving, or something slightly more generic?
ReplyDeleteneither. ; )
ReplyDeleteVery nice work, very Haiga like :)
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