This summer has offered many things to my heart: renewal, restoration, healing, and an invitation into a wide and wild imagination. I look forward to sharing some of those stories here in the coming weeks.
For now, just an image which are speaking to me in these August days of presence to the gifts in this moment now. I find myself in late summer longing for the cool crisp days of autumn, but I call myself back, remembering that this season has its own grace.
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Alexia Jons’ reflection Living the Sacred in Ordinary Time: How Creativity Becomes a Form of Contemplative Prayer. For a long time, I
St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Christine Davis’s reflection and poem Life to Life. In recent years, after deaths and losses, changes and griefs, I’ve moved farther and