








Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.









Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, Our featured self-study this month is Earth, Our Original Monastery. This retreat companions my book and we updated this retreat last spring, adding all new content from Cassidhe Hart on writing your own earth psalter and Polly Paton-Brown on the
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read one for Martha Van Vactor’s reflection That Night. That night as predicted, there was the beautiful huge, very larger-than-life moon lighting up the night

I Will Live as a Monk in the World I awaken early as usual,have my little pot of breakfast and feed the dog,then she makes circles and squeals,knowing what is next. Morning prayer, walking the canal and river,quiet before the city hums,she stops every few feet to
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Mary Oliver has always been one of my favorite poets, she seems to speak what I am thinking but never can get it on paper. I spent a day in the forest Monday walking the trails among the gorgeous trees and breathing in the autumn smells of the forest, a wonderful day of Sabbath. Thank you for the poem and pictures!
Gorgeous photos . . . makes me want to travel there and get lost for a while . . .