life is a garden,
not a road
we enter and exit
through the same gate
wandering,
where we go matters less
than what we notice
-Bokonon, The Lost Book
There are ways, but the Way is uncharted!
-Tao Te Ching
** For the season of Advent I am posting a reflection each Sunday on a theme from the lectionary readings and then during the week offering a poem each day to highlight that theme — see this past Sunday here **
** Visit this week’s Poetry Party on the theme of Illumination **
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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Such a feast you’re setting out for us with this series of posts. I very much like the simplicity of this one.
wowwowwow.
A garden. Just the words my heart was longing to hear today. Thank you.
Thanks lucy and Lisa! :-)
That is a beautiful poem! Thanks, it really touched me so.
“where we go matters less
than what we notice”
so very true!! thanks for giving us the gift of learning to notice more!!! :-) xoxo