The Gifts of Morning:
Sun rippling across the sea,
calling me to rise.



© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:
Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts
The Gifts of Morning:
Sun rippling across the sea,
calling me to rise.



© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:
Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Wisdom Council member Jo-ed Tome’s reflection Slower. Softer. Simpler. I did not exactly set out to become a monk. If someone had

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
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That’s spellbinding, Christine! Love them.
I must check the Photograph Party. I love to look at your pictures…just seem to have no motivation to learn more. Guess for now I will be the onlooker!