
I’ve gone to the fields to run barefoot through grass and pick daisies, to sing and be silent.
Where will you run off to this summer day?
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

I’ve gone to the fields to run barefoot through grass and pick daisies, to sing and be silent.
Where will you run off to this summer day?
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Mary Camille Thomas’s reflection and poem “All Things Sing You.” In my blog The Kingdom of Enough I ponder this question: In a crazy,

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