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 **
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, June 12th, we are delighted to welcome Brother Richard Hendrick, OFM Cap. for a retreat on moving From Intention to Attention: Becoming Really Present in Prayer. We will encounter this flow through the lens of the Christian contemplative tradition, looking at
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Alexia Jons’ reflection Living the Sacred in Ordinary Time: How Creativity Becomes a Form of Contemplative Prayer. For a long time, I
St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
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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