Easter Blessing* God of rising, you bring new life to all the places death inhabits. Bless our own dying dreams with your greening breath, make our dry bones dance, inspire us to sing, revive our bodies so we might become more vibrant, hopeful witnesses to
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Meg Munro’s reflection and paintings on her relationship with the Beloved Mother-Virgin. I had been despairing that my passion for painting was
Holy Week Blessing* Godde of Paradox, you call us to sit these coming days in the heart of betrayal, abandonment, mockery, violence, to not avert our eyes but see ourselves in the story. Travel with us into the border spaces of unknowing holding death and
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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