
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

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, My book, The Love of Thousands, came out two years ago because of my deep belief in the presence, support, and witness of the angels, saints, and ancestors. At its foundation, it is a journey of opening our hearts to

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Kate Kennington Steer’s reflection, poem, and artwork on the elements. I am currently spending a year exploring the elements in the company

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, We are entering what the ancient Celtic tradition calls the dark half of the year. The feasts of Samhain, All Saints’, and All Souls’ Day coincide as we make a journey of descent into the gifts of darkness. Tomorrow, November