Sunday, March 3, 2013

unmoored

Unmoored by the afternoon,
I follow a coyote
along the crease
of the forest.
The hinge of everything
collects itself
to open something
up. If I try,
I can remember
the sounds of
this reverence:
the silence of the
loosestrife, the
scent of
a body larger
than the world,
incorrigible,
wild, and
limned with love.
---©Laura Sorrells 2013
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4 comments:

  1. sageMarch 4, 2013 at 3:57 AM

    If we're open to it, the divine will open itself up to us in unique ways. Nice!

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  2. LauraMarch 4, 2013 at 2:36 PM

    Thank you! This is a found poem, mostly, using words from Todd Davis's beautiful book of poetry The Least of These. I was glad there was a coyote in the book because I had been kept up late the night before listening to coyotes but couldn't seem to write anything coherent with them in it. I put this together in about twenty minutes, relaxing before Vespers at a recent retreat at the monastery in Conyers.

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  3. sageMarch 9, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    I was out snowshoeing on what was supposed to be a full moon last month (it was cloudy) and serenaded by coyotes.

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  4. LauraMarch 10, 2013 at 4:17 PM

    Yes, they sing when it's cloudy here, too.

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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.