(Photo taken in Squamish, BC – quote discovered while on pilgrimage)
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© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:
Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts
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
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Tom Delmore’s poems Sparse hay does not a savior make and Ascension Thursday ~ Heal Thyself. These two poems come on the
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mmmm. takes me back to ireland. thank you! xoxoxo :-)
Thanks Deb! Yes indeed. . .
Soaring and beautiful! If we were only so quick to see our own given abilities.