“At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare.
It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.”
-Czeslaw Milosz
(most of these photos have appeared on this blog before, but the quote inspired me to group them together)
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
** Come back on Monday for our 21st Poetry Party **
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Jill Ore’s reflection on the parallels between a monastic cell and an offshore lighthouse. I am currently writing a book that identifies
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, At Easter I published a beautifully illustrated fairy tale titled Journey to Joy and later this month over the summer solstice I will be leading a two-day mini-retreat with guest musician Te Martin. The story is about Sophia, a writer and woman in
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Veronica Spasaro’s reflection Bread of Life. Early morning and I enter the kitchen. I lift the mason jar off the top of
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Thank you Bette and Kathy. It does indeed feel central to my call. . .
Oh my…thank you for pairing this beautiful quote with these breathtaking photos–giving the breath of spirit, the caress of luminosity, the spaciousness of each image…how can we not praise the sacredness of existence? You too were called for this…
stunning, stunning photos/moments. so peaceful and poetic. its nice to read poetry without words :)
Thank you all! :-)
Lovely. xoxo SS
I love the quote as well. It is a very evocative summation of what the writer, the artist does….
Thank you, Christine.
I like that quote a lot.