***Make sure you visit this week’s Poetry Party either by scrolling down past this post or by clicking here — as usual it is an amazing array of sacred words that keeps growing***
“Hear blessings / dropping their blossoms / around you. ” -Rumi
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
(photos of the dahlias at Volunteer Park in Seattle)
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, December 19th we are delighted to offer the Deep Rest Winter Solstice mini-retreat to help you slow down and savor the gifts of this time of year as we wait for the tipping point of darkness to light in the
In ancient times, wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to the divine and to their own inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place to enter into the refiner’s
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Kathleen Deyer Bolduc’s reflection Light in the Darkness. One of my favorite scriptures—one that I repeat to myself often—is from the book
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the very kind words! :-)
Exquisite.
Thank you.
Speechless…
Such exquisite, lush photos, Christine. Synchronicity abounds…just read this morning from Osho:
“That’s why in a deep presence you are the flower and the flower has become you. You are also a thought, the flower is also a thought in the mind. When there is no thinking, who is the flower and who is the one observing? The observer becomes the observed. Suddenly boundaries are lost. Suddenly you have penetrated, penetrated into the flower, and the flower has pentrated into you. Suddenly you are not two, one exists.”
Thank you, Christine……
Ah, those are so Rich with color and life. Just beautiful.
stunningly beautiful