
(taken from the cottage at the retreat center where we taught our intensive last week)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

(taken from the cottage at the retreat center where we taught our intensive last week)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

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
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Christine Davis’s reflection and poem Life to Life. In recent years, after deaths and losses, changes and griefs, I’ve moved farther and

Click CC to turn closed captions on or off. On Pentecost*Spirit of courage,we stand huddled too,like the disciples in the upper room,wondering what is real and true anymore.Reveal to us the pulse of your firein each of our heartsand send us with bread and rosesout
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Actually Suz, the red light was on the dock I think or maybe on a boat out there. It was definitely part of the scene. :-)
Thanks lucy!
dreamy!
Oh my, Christine…that is beautiful! Makes me feel very lonesome for that beautiful spot, though. Was the red line part of nature or a reaction from the camera? Either way, it is sort of ethereal!