
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 our Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Krissy Kludt’s reflection and poem Of Dust and Water. Several years ago, I texted my father from a snowbound house in Tahoe,

Note: Click cc to turn closed captions on or off.On the Spring Equinox*God of balance,we ask your blessing at this thresholdwhen light and dark are equal.Teach us to welcome bothinto our lives, to make room for joy and sorrow,for sunlight’s shimmering and moonlight’s radiance.As the
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Janeen R. Adil’s reflection on love inspiring contemplation and action. I was an undergrad when I first read the works of esteemed