lucy is inviting us to consider what six words would make up our memoir in this moment. Mine are:
urban monk bearing witness to beauty
I’d love to hear what your own six word memoir would be. Feel free to share it in the comments or at your own blog.
For Our Journey Through the Seasons*Creator of All,open our eyes to your Wordscribed on every leaf and petal,on every wing and paw.As the seasons unfold in their vibrant dance of change,may we read on their pages your callto blossom forth, to bear fruit,to surrender and
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Anne Barsanti’s reflection on kinship with creation and poem “Ice Storm.” I find myself connected to all that surrounds me – human and
On Imbolc and the Feast of St. Brigid* Spirit of Rebirth,your new life pulses below the rumbling ground.Attune our earsto the renewal taking formbeneath the winter earth,snowdrops and crocusesin white and purple-petaled wonder,hedgehogs and bearsbeginning to stir from sleep. Let Brigid be our guideas we
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These are all so, so wonderful! I absolutely love reading your memoirs and imagining the textured lives you all are leading. :-)
Woman child laughing, she-wolf howling…
Volleyball,
falling down –
my sisters laugh.
Old dog remembering puppyhood’s fearless freedom.
Christine – I couldnt imagine a more apt or inspiring description of your journey.
The memoir that I am practicing in this moment:
creative sophisticate affirming beauty and artistry
Composted, life’s longings become creative joy.
Amazing, amazing, amazing! So much fun!
(my six words evoked while reading all of these over)
Passing by watering gardens, seeking rest.
Never on track, broadened the path
Wandering, humming, stumbled over the Heart