When It Feels as if the World Is Ending*Holy Ground of Love,the world so often feels as if it is endingwith news of wars raging, children dying,fires burning, floods rising—so much suffering, so much cruelty.My heart feels like a tree rotting away,my throat is full
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Katie Bruckbauer’s reflection and poems on dance and poetry as a spiritual practice. Dance has always been a contemplative practice for me. Even as
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, February 27th we are delighted to welcome back playwright, storyteller, and singer Dr. ValLimar Jansen to lead us in the mini-retreat Sacred Echoes: The Pathways of African American Visionaries. ValLimar offers the following reflection and invitation. Sit with me for a
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I just read of your upcoming travels. I am thrilled for you, Christine.
I lost my dear Jud on February 24. We were so lucky to have a year in which he had time he felt good and had a wonderful three weeks in Barcelona and Southern France. All the more, I say, go for it!
Fondly,
Suz
While my only experience of Paris was an early-morning shuttle-bus ride from one train station to another, the photography reminds me of the bits of beauty I encountered in Spain. There is a phenominal staircase in the University of Salamanca that so took me by surprise that I nearly didn’t dare to step up on it. Its curve and carve invited contemplation and touch, following those thousands of students who had preceeded me along that way. I found in that city a connection with the people of Spain that will not let me go.
makes me love more–the painting in my living room of a tree in Lancaster…that says Be still and know that I am God.
Our roots are in Paris.
We can always go back in our minds eye.
Love all the photos, but especially the wonderful,proud lion. You found Aslan in Paris!
Gorgeous photos that leave me wishing I were there again.