Lori is a birth mom who shares her invaluable perspective with us at CAC as an Adoption Advocate. Tonight she graciously shares with us a piece of her heart in her poem titled “Layers of Life.”
Layers of Life
Segmented into spaces held together by one common thread.
That space between life and death is more than just living, its textures are noted, its rhythm is unique.
Boldness and color once existed in the form of youthful laughter and crayons, art projects and writing.
While the layers keep brushing over me, some parts are still obvious, while others are completely gone.
I tell myself to enjoy the brush strokes, dabs, drips, smudges, thin and thick layers of life.
They make us who we are, they represent our history.
How we process in our process effects our prognosis and our progress.
Inviting the non-sacred into your sacred space of developing your art, your voice, will pause YOU.
The process of creating is NOT an end product or an achievement, it’s a heart, a soul finding a portal—like invisible ink that’s been illuminated.
Like an ancient clue discovered by an unknown scientist, it’s a revelation so profound in itself.
The globs, the drips, the opaqueness, the naked canvas, the idea that comes from taking one step driven by your untainted and organic love and passion for creating.
“From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from his dwelling place he watches all who live on earth— he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do.”
Psalms 33:13-15 NIV