music comes
to find me
in the corners
of your quiet
weather. Already
I can feel its
footsteps crossing
my heart, like
oars in the rain
of a river,
rising.
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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.
Lovely... Oars in the rain of a river rising reminds me of a river trip in Vietnam a few years ago during the beginning of the raining season... Nice images in word and on film.
ReplyDeletewow. That's interesting. Thank you. It's been raining so much here of late, and the other day while hiking I thought about including an image that referred to rising water in a poem. Glad you like these. That's the Nantahala River in North Carolina in the photograph.
ReplyDeleteI've run the Nantahala many times...
ReplyDeleteI never have really run it, though I've splashed around in it a bit. Have you run the Chattooga at all?
ReplyDeleteWhen Fontana is high, I can get the boat within walking distance of the NOC on the Nantahala. One hot August day, I dove off my boat into the Nantahala, wow a surprise, about 15ยบ colder than the main part of Fontana Lake. Fontana is the crown jewel of mountain lakes. I miss it.
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