Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, June 12th, we are delighted to welcome Brother Richard Hendrick, OFM Cap. for a retreat on moving From Intention to Attention: Becoming Really Present in Prayer. We will encounter this flow through the lens of the Christian contemplative tradition, looking at
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Alexia Jons’ reflection Living the Sacred in Ordinary Time: How Creativity Becomes a Form of Contemplative Prayer. For a long time, I
St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
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Thank you all, Mary Oliver does say it best, doesn’t she? And yes, Songbird, I would say that definitely counts. :-)
Happy Thanksgiving Christine and John. Bette stole all my material, but know that MANY of us feel the same way! Blessings!
I hope it counts to walk in the woods and get mud on my boots! And that you had a beautiful day. Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
I’m grateful for our Art, Nature, and Poetry, especially because they bring people together and form Friendship.
This poem by Mary Oliver is perfect. Thank you for sharing it!
HUGS
And Thanksgiving blessings to you, in whatever form you give or receive them!
To you, as well.