It’s Five Minute Friday, and Lisa Jo is asking us to spring off the word, “ordinary.” Five minutes of free writing–no overthinking, no editing. And when you finish reading this, head over to taste some of the other offerings. READY! SET! GO! Just an ordinary Friday morning. We slept with the windows open, though. I […]
It Will Not End Up Here
How did I end up here wrapped in a circle of poets (I don’t even call myself a poet) where we showed up to taste peaches and wild grapes, to crush the flesh of nectarine and sing fig songs? How did I end up here in cedar-scented sacred breeze benched above a liquid mirror […]
Turned Around at Laity Lodge
Am I really here? All week we’ve gathered in the Great Hall, sunk in soft sofas or perched on chairs, and faced the fireplace. And my heart burned with words and songs, and tears flowed, but they could not extinguish the flames. Since Thursday, I’ve felt embraced by the canyon and living avatars. This morning, […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Tune His Praise
Fountains and ye, that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living Souls. Ye birds, That singing up to Heaven–gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. ~John Milton, Paradise Lost The fountain at Laity Lodge
I Have This Need . . .
They came back last year. Full and flowing and bubbling over like the Frio inself. The High Calling editors. Their words carved a hole in my soul. An aching yawn in my heart that longs to be filled with the beauty of a Texas canyon. To embrace those who have become like family. L.L., who […]
