***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, We are absolutely thrilled and delighted to release the first day of our new video podcasts for the Cultivating Seeds of Liberation prayer cycle! We are so grateful to Wisdom Council member and dear friend Betsey Beckman for all her
St. Francis at the Corner PubApproaching the door, you can alreadyhear his generous laughter.He stands on the bar upside down for a momentto get a new perspective on things,a flash of polka-dotted boxersas his brown robe cascades over his head,sandaled toes wiggling in the air
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Natalie Gould’s reflection A Wooden Cross from Assisi. In October 2000, I traveled to Assisi, Italy. During a two-and-a-half-mile walk through the
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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