I know that I love the day,
The sun on the mountain, the Pacific
Shiny and accomplishing itself in breakers,
But I know I live half alive in the world,
I know half my life belongs to the wild darkness.
-Galway Kinnell
** 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 **
A Blessing for Paradise*Sacred Source of Joy,help us to see glimpses of heaven all around us, in the urgency of each spring’s blooming,in the simple gifts of water to bathe in and drink,in our morning tea or coffee,steam rising in prayer,in the dog’s pleading eyes,or
In ancient times, wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to the divine and to their own inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place to enter into the refiner’s
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Sharon Dawn Johnson’s reflection Body and Beading As Sacred Texts. Reading and Listening “You need to create your own recipe.” The orthopaedic
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yes, the image of “wild darkness” is what has seized my heart as well! :-)
that last line is my favorite, for sure: “i know half my life belongs to the wild darkenss.” wonderful stuff!!! :-)
I like that, Christine. Guess I am drawn to a bit of the “wild darkness” myself. Thank you!
Suz