11 a.m. late November shadows
(photos from a late autumn walk through my Capitol Hill neighborhood in Seattle)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
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
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, We live in times when it often feels like everything is coming undone. The Celtic hinge points of Autumn Equinox, Samhain, the Winter Solstice, and Imbolc offer the wisdom of living into a rhythm that honors the importance of times
I’m delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Liuan Huska’s reflection A Holy Shitshow: Being Present to Sickness and Dying. This article is adapted from a post from Liuan’s Substack newsletter: Becoming
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Thanks Tess, I like that word too. It was a stunning day here today.
Sue, maybe the photos act like an allergy shot, helping to lull you into the beauty of winter? :-)
Thanks lucy!!
great word, tess. i had to run to my dictionary on that one. the photos are beautiful with such a mournful feeling…
These pics are great. But I can’t look at them too long, due to my severe allergy to winter :)
Oh, gorgeous. Elegiac. I can almost smell the air.