Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, We are entering what the ancient Celtic tradition calls the dark half of the year. The feasts of Samhain, All Saints’, and All Souls’ Day coincide as we make a journey of descent into the gifts of darkness. Tomorrow, November
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
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Yup, 12th & Mercer. :-)
very nice. capital hill?
Thanks Lori and Elizabeth! Lori, I had that song going through my mind as well, almost posted a link to it in addition to the sign, but then decided the sign was enough. :-)
to not know what tomorrow brings… this is the perfect photo!
I had the Journey song Don’t Stop Believing on my mind all day long yesterday. My kids were tired of me singing it! On the computer this morning I see your post of this sign …. God is amazing!
Happy Easter Christine. Isn’t this journey of faith something wonderful!