When we were in Whistler over Christmas we had the delight of seeing two different rainbows, which I realized were actually “snowbows.” One of them looked like a traditional arc (top and bottom image), the other hung suspended in the air upside-down (middle image).
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
A Blessing for Coming Home*Godde of Homecomings,our lives are a pilgrimage journeyseeking the discovery of home in the world. We travel, not in straight lines, but in circles and spirals, revisiting old patternsand ways of being that need healing,trusting in life’s unfinished nature, but also
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Jennifer Scott Mobley’s reflection and poem The Work of Healing. “We are each a multitude of inner voices. Some of these voices are loud,
Pilgrimage Blessing*Journeying One,you help us to navigate the path, placing one foot in front of the other, even when the way ahead is not visible. We set aside our desire for maps, GPS, and guidebooksand surrender to an inner knowing and directionsparked by the deepest
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Thanks dear friends.
Rachelle, maybe if your son moves out here you’ll be tempted too! :-)
Snowbow! How cool is that?!!! We occasionally have the pleasure at this time of year of “sundogs” but these photos go a bit farther down the road (across the sky) than our little pups.
Beautiful, Christine, again, thanks for sharing! I’ll be showing these photos to my loved ones. My “boy”, Reid (age 26) says “COOL”–he’ll be on the lookout for them now that he knows they are possible. Maybe not in Michigan, but he fell in love with Seattle when he was out west last year. Oh dear, don’t go stealin’ his heart with your wild western ways!
Hugs dearest Christine.
BH.
R