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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there are so many things to see here———the best for me certainly is the one with the trees….it is reality….what I like most is the one with the double-eagle—–it is glory and victory…..
You are a very talented photographer. Wishing you well in this endeavor.
patricia
Oh, Christine,
I see why the monk wants to go and live there. It is wonderful. I think your photos get more interesting and beautiful all the time!
Hugs,
Suz
I love your photos,
Thank you