For Our Journey Through the Seasons*Creator of All,open our eyes to your Wordscribed on every leaf and petal,on every wing and paw.As the seasons unfold in their vibrant dance of change,may we read on their pages your callto blossom forth, to bear fruit,to surrender and
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Anne Barsanti’s reflection on kinship with creation and poem “Ice Storm.” I find myself connected to all that surrounds me – human and
On Imbolc and the Feast of St. Brigid* Spirit of Rebirth,your new life pulses below the rumbling ground.Attune our earsto the renewal taking formbeneath the winter earth,snowdrops and crocusesin white and purple-petaled wonder,hedgehogs and bearsbeginning to stir from sleep. Let Brigid be our guideas we
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Truer words were never spoken.
This poem is beautiful. Thanks
Welcome brd, thanks for stopping by.
Blessings to each of you this day. Christine
Thank you, Christine.
I needed to hear get up, get up, go out.
just the words i needed to hear today. bless you.
Found you through Rich at Pilgrim Path. Beautiful site. Your photos are lovely.