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, Blessings at this time of Lughnasa which is the Celtic festival to mark the beginning of harvest and time of gathering in. Lughnasa is a time to gather in and to reap what has been sown. The other side
For Rest on the Sabbath*Sanctifier of holy rest,on the seventh day you paused,laying down the work of creation,and entered into sacred stillness.Let us remember we were freed from slaveryin Egypt and you continue to call usto be people of liberation.Kindle in us the strength to
Summer Solstice Blessing*Radiant One,creator of the cosmosand the luminaries which light our way,bless this day of longest lightand the gift of the sunto bring warmth to our livesand abundance of growth,sweetness of blueberries,refreshment of lemons,nourishment of kaleand a thousand other kinds of food.We sing in