Dear monks, artists, and pilgrims, In ancient times, wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to the divine and to their own inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series. Read on for Janeen Adil’s reflection and poem about liminality. Thresholds and doorways make for evocative images; as a monk in the world, I am drawn to a
Dear monks, artists, and pilgrims, Today we share the final two audio podcasts of our 7-day prayer cycle on the theme of The Love of Thousands. The theme for morning is on ancestral earth and deep time, honoring that our ancestors are not just our human
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Thank you all, Mary Oliver does say it best, doesn’t she? And yes, Songbird, I would say that definitely counts. :-)
Happy Thanksgiving Christine and John. Bette stole all my material, but know that MANY of us feel the same way! Blessings!
I hope it counts to walk in the woods and get mud on my boots! And that you had a beautiful day. Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
I’m grateful for our Art, Nature, and Poetry, especially because they bring people together and form Friendship.
This poem by Mary Oliver is perfect. Thank you for sharing it!
HUGS
And Thanksgiving blessings to you, in whatever form you give or receive them!
To you, as well.