For Our Journey Through the Seasons*Creator of All,open our eyes to your Wordscribed on every leaf and petal,on every wing and paw.As the seasons unfold in their vibrant dance of change,may we read on their pages your callto blossom forth, to bear fruit,to surrender and
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Anne Barsanti’s reflection on kinship with creation and poem “Ice Storm.” I find myself connected to all that surrounds me – human and
On Imbolc and the Feast of St. Brigid* Spirit of Rebirth,your new life pulses below the rumbling ground.Attune our earsto the renewal taking formbeneath the winter earth,snowdrops and crocusesin white and purple-petaled wonder,hedgehogs and bearsbeginning to stir from sleep. Let Brigid be our guideas we
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Thanks Songbird!
Yes Mia, you most definitely were. Tender love to you, Christine
You are right; I was there. M.
These are so beautiful, thank you.
Thank you so much Cathleen and Bette. My midweek Sabbath day is usually Wednesday, but I had to move it up this week and I really wanted to walk by myself so went to a fairly well-traveled park that is still quite stunning and quiet. I was deeply aware the whole time how both the walk and my photography were contemplative practices, inviting me to notice the holy radiating everywhere. It does make a great weekly commitment. I always return feeling so deeply grounded.
There are such times when no words are necessary, when the Spirit is moving. Every photo from your pilgrimage is beautiful! I like the idea of setting one day of the week for a nature walk.
Thank you for the beauty you’ve shared, reminding us of glory and splendor right under our nose or above our heads! Blessings, Cathleen