
(photo of sparrow taken while sitting on a park bench in Riga, Latvia this summer)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

(photo of sparrow taken while sitting on a park bench in Riga, Latvia this summer)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, My book, The Love of Thousands, came out two years ago because of my deep belief in the presence, support, and witness of the angels, saints, and ancestors. At its foundation, it is a journey of opening our hearts to

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Kate Kennington Steer’s reflection, poem, and artwork on the elements. I am currently spending a year exploring the elements in the company

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, We are entering what the ancient Celtic tradition calls the dark half of the year. The feasts of Samhain, All Saints’, and All Souls’ Day coincide as we make a journey of descent into the gifts of darkness. Tomorrow, November
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amy and christine–it’s my favorite line, too! the photo is so wonderful. i am envious of you sharing space with that precious little creature. :-) the poem and photo are also a very nice way to end a busy day! ahhhh…
The little sparrow – we’ve fallen in love with them this year as two birdhouses were filled with at least 3 nests of new birdies in our backyard. Then the youngsters didn’t leave, they hung around and flocked across the yard from fence to fence, to birdbath, feeders and back. So much fun to see them. We’ve noticed the last couple of days that they’re inhabiting the houses again and wondering if they are going to settle in for the winter?
Thanks for the beautiful poem from Mary Oliver and your sharp little sparrow!
amy, that is my favorite line too. :-)
thank you Tess and Suz, Mary Oliver is always a great way to start anything!
Mary and Christine…I love you both!
What a wonderful way to start the week.
The photograph is stunning – as is the poem.
“they could not tame me, so they would not keep me”
love that.