I am heading off to the desert for a time of Lenten retreat and leave you with some rainy day images from the Kubota Japanese Garden here in Seattle. The desert mothers and fathers will be my companions for this journey. My heart is ready to move into silence to listen for a deeper voice. I’ll let you know some of what I discover upon my return. (Click here for a visual meditation on tulips.)
Dear monks, artists, and pilgrims, In ancient times, wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to the divine and to their own inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series. Read on for Janeen Adil’s reflection and poem about liminality. Thresholds and doorways make for evocative images; as a monk in the world, I am drawn to a
Dear monks, artists, and pilgrims, Today we share the final two audio podcasts of our 7-day prayer cycle on the theme of The Love of Thousands. The theme for morning is on ancestral earth and deep time, honoring that our ancestors are not just our human
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The ice is finally out.
Hallelujah!
Namaste
There -the dew drop
There -the circling,shimmering waters
Life moistening life.
endless pools of Love……….
Dear Christine,
All your photography is amazing, but the two water photos and the (last) stone photo especially touched my soul. Thank you for this gift.
May you be further blessed in the desert.
Lovely images — and a reminder for me to never be long without solitude.
Each image,
exquisite beauty,
opens my heart,
again,
and again.
Thank you. May Ancient Love accompany you in the desert Christine.
Those water images just made me gasp! Thanks for sharing your photography gift with us…
Each image is so perfect, unique in it’s manifestation of the Divine. Thank you for reminding me to look ever closer.
Thank you for these images and signs of spring!
lovely