
The image is my view from the hermitage over the Hood Canal toward the Olympic mountains.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

The image is my view from the hermitage over the Hood Canal toward the Olympic mountains.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, June 12th, we are delighted to welcome Brother Richard Hendrick, OFM Cap. for a retreat on moving From Intention to Attention: Becoming Really Present in Prayer. We will encounter this flow through the lens of the Christian contemplative tradition, looking at
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Alexia Jons’ reflection Living the Sacred in Ordinary Time: How Creativity Becomes a Form of Contemplative Prayer. For a long time, I

St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
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Thanks for the wonderful comments my friends.
Elaine, I really like that quote you posted.
Bette, I adore that book! I read it after my mother died because it was one of her favorites, and I just inhaled it. Yes, we all need to connect with our inner wild woman (or man). :-) Thanks for the request for my own poems. Funny thing, as much as I adore other people’s poetry I feel more shy about sharing my own than almost anything else, but I think your invitation will help me to bring them more consciously to this space. They tend to hide in my journals quietly like shy deer. Maybe I can get them in touch with their own inner wolves. ;-)