One of my favorite things to do is to watch clouds. Unlike the sense of groundedness and solidness I receive from ancient things, clouds are in a constant process of slowly shifting into different patterns, always revealing something new. I love to imagine God as the Great Artist, playing with the clouds, shifting their forms from moment to moment, seeing if we will notice. These images are from our trip to Kauai.
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Maryellen Whitaker’s reflection and poem A few small ways to grow in contemplation. In the Way of the Monk, Path of the Artist
The Blessings of Our Ancestors*This blessing calls you home againto your collective inheritance of blood and bone,calls you to dance with generationswho shimmer beyond the veil.We call on the great cloud of witnesses,the ones who inspire our courage,support our endurance,kindle our joy, whisper words of
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Anne Donze Gerber’s rewrites of Psalms 122 and 23 she created during the Earth Monastery retreat*. During The Earth Monastery Retreat in