Can we ever truly know another's suffering?
Laura, these words are on fire, sizzling, alive. I can’t get enough of these essays. What a gift to witness how you are being met in the dark. Thank you for being one of my multiple sources of light in the depths 💛
O Laura, I feel so comforted when I get a mail and you are writing it. Your life is porous enough for the Light to always shine through - it is a holy labour indeed!
This piece on caves brought me through a quick succession of emotions: regrets at not visiting the Mammoth when I lived in KY, faint memories of the caves i visited and the discoveries there, and finally Plato's cave! The caves I missed, the ones I endured, the one that is pretty much our lives -- still ruminating, but one thing is sure. Caves make me crave the light!
“The darkest spaces can become the most sacred. Be not afraid. I am with you.
If this promise was given in the light, will it not carry us through the dark?”
Laura, there is so much beauty and courage in each piece you write. Thank you for sharing your journey so vulnerably and beautifully.
This line really hit me. Yes, the darkest places of our sufferings can become the most sacred--our journeys and sufferings are very different but I can attest to the truth that it is in those depths of suffering that we can encounter the sacred uniquely--the deepening union with our spouse, the encounter with Jesus, the companionship of the Blessed Mother--all of these I’ve found this summer as I grieve a late first trimester miscarriage. In the darkness of grief I’ve found goodness and God’s presence.
Thank you for your courage and wisdom. Many prayers for you always.
It is a wonderful meeting with your essay, Laura. All the glory were embedded in between wording, and all the beauty were gushing out in the voices of my head while reading silently.
Oh I do love caves! Three people and three sources of light - what advice for our metaphorical caves as well.
Wow. Incredibly powerful what you have done here. I’m so moved. A single tear slips down my cheek by the time you’ve landed this one.
Is the publication of Jay’s journal and letters available to the public anywhere? My childhood best friend had Ewing’s Sarcoma and died at 10. Even at 10 (of course?) she mourned all the things she would never do, and she had to come to terms with her death. I’d love to read Jay’s story too.
Beautifully put into words, Laura! You and Jay had a special bond and I know he is with you every step of your journey.
i can’t get over the gift you have for writing and deep thinking also, just reading those few sentences about that long crawl made me feel incredibly claustrophobic 😅
Your writing is beautiful, Laura. Thank you is all I can muster after reading that essay. (Look up Lewis and Clark Caverns in Montana. You would love it.)
I absolutely love your description of caves as places that hold the known and unknown depths of experience-- and the reminder that we do not go alone. Thank you!
This is so beautiful! Thank you. 🙏