“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 Carol Delmonico’s reflection and poems For Living Close to Death and For Surgery. Writing has been one of my early morning contemplative
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, October 30th, we are hosting a mini-retreat for the Celtic feast of Samhain, and the Christian celebration of All Saint’s Day on November 1st and All Soul’s Day on November 2nd which begin a whole month in honor of
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Laurie Klein’s reflection, A Portable Eden. When the doctor diagnoses my husband’s cognitive loss, I try not to panic. Along come four
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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.