Some days I long to be under a different sky. This place I toil in feels tired and I can’t help but agree with Solomon, “Nothing is new under the sun.” The days blur together and moments lose meaning.
I always know when I begin reading one of your posts I will find the nourishment I need. Commitments, and general crazy busy-ness, kept me from reading this until today- and it was exactly what I needed, right here, right now. Thank you for the gentle nudge to be 'here', to see here, to see now.
The sky is still dark, but outlines are drawing their way into trees, and power lines, and morning-now I will pull imagination on like an old, threadbare sweater to slip into the dark and wait for wonder...thank you💚
Yes, mmm hmmm, nodding while I read. Listening to Braiding Sweetgrass whilst (I love that word) I stitch the dolls. Every now and then the stupid enemy whispers that this doll making gig is not good, or simply just small, inconsequential. But then the Holy One tips my chin towards His gaze and says a bit louder than the other whisper to just keep stitching, praying for the ones who will hold or gaze upon my work and perhaps see a glimpse of Him and His great love for each one. The cuteness or the beauty will call out to their hearts just what they need. So I go on to the next round or row or painting of loaf of bread or….
You have been a companion in this work since I met you at the Pines all those years ago. I love you, friend. I saw that moon too and smiled. So glad you are under this sky with me, with us.
Oh and the stories of Braiding Sweetgrass are fresh reminders of the beauty of creation and our interaction together here.
Love you right back and grateful we are on this journey together! Your work is lovely and full of love and it makes this world all the lovelier. That is HUGE! I’m so grateful for you and the ways you listen to the still small voice 🩷🩷🩷
I always know when I begin reading one of your posts I will find the nourishment I need. Commitments, and general crazy busy-ness, kept me from reading this until today- and it was exactly what I needed, right here, right now. Thank you for the gentle nudge to be 'here', to see here, to see now.
The sky is still dark, but outlines are drawing their way into trees, and power lines, and morning-now I will pull imagination on like an old, threadbare sweater to slip into the dark and wait for wonder...thank you💚
It has been a long winter. You always have the right words to feed my writer-heart. Thank you, friend, for always encouraging me 🩷🩷🩷
Yes, mmm hmmm, nodding while I read. Listening to Braiding Sweetgrass whilst (I love that word) I stitch the dolls. Every now and then the stupid enemy whispers that this doll making gig is not good, or simply just small, inconsequential. But then the Holy One tips my chin towards His gaze and says a bit louder than the other whisper to just keep stitching, praying for the ones who will hold or gaze upon my work and perhaps see a glimpse of Him and His great love for each one. The cuteness or the beauty will call out to their hearts just what they need. So I go on to the next round or row or painting of loaf of bread or….
You have been a companion in this work since I met you at the Pines all those years ago. I love you, friend. I saw that moon too and smiled. So glad you are under this sky with me, with us.
Oh and the stories of Braiding Sweetgrass are fresh reminders of the beauty of creation and our interaction together here.
Love you right back and grateful we are on this journey together! Your work is lovely and full of love and it makes this world all the lovelier. That is HUGE! I’m so grateful for you and the ways you listen to the still small voice 🩷🩷🩷
Thank you dear friend!!
So beautiful, Laura. And that book is one of my favorites. Maybe I’ll read it again this year.
I love revisiting it regularly. Eugene Peterson was so insightful into the ways all of life is sacred.
Wonderful writing! What poets do you enjoy reading? Any book recommendations? Thanks!
Thank you! I love anything by Mary Oliver or Wendell Berry. Right now I’m reading Rilke’s Book of Hours, which is a sensual feast!
Another beautiful piece. Thank you, Laura!