Photos taken while in Sooke, BC, top photo is of course the lovely Abbess Petunia doing what she does best. (and yes, the Golden is for you lucy)
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Tom Delmore’s poems Sparse hay does not a savior make and Ascension Thursday ~ Heal Thyself. These two poems come on the
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, We live in times when it often feels like everything is coming undone. The Celtic hinge points of Autumn Equinox, Samhain, the Winter Solstice, and Imbolc offer the wisdom of living into a rhythm that honors the importance of times
I’m delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Liuan Huska’s reflection A Holy Shitshow: Being Present to Sickness and Dying. This article is adapted from a post from Liuan’s Substack newsletter: Becoming
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My goodness. The first photo is the wisest, most spiritual photograph I’ve seen in a long time…
you are most welcome lucy. ;-)
Tess, that last one is an angora goat. It lives at a meadery where we bought honey, jam, and of course some mead. They also sell hand-knit angora wool items.
One of my favourite phrases by Oliver, accompanied by so many such gorgeous doggies – except – is that last one a sheep??
it’s not nice to make me cry first thing in the morning. :-) thank you. i had to really look hard to make sure it wasn’t you know who. xoxox
Sue, she was just gazing off into the ether as she is in the habit of doing. :-)
Thank you both!
One of my favorite lines from Mary Oliver! Love the photos as well.
Oh, beautiful pics. What was Tune looking at, do you remember?