Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.
When It Feels as if the World Is Ending*Holy Ground of Love,the world so often feels as if it is endingwith news of wars raging, children dying,fires burning, floods rising—so much suffering, so much cruelty.My heart feels like a tree rotting away,my throat is full
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Katie Bruckbauer’s reflection and poems on dance and poetry as a spiritual practice. Dance has always been a contemplative practice for me. Even as
Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, February 27th we are delighted to welcome back playwright, storyteller, and singer Dr. ValLimar Jansen to lead us in the mini-retreat Sacred Echoes: The Pathways of African American Visionaries. ValLimar offers the following reflection and invitation. Sit with me for a
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Mary Oliver has always been one of my favorite poets, she seems to speak what I am thinking but never can get it on paper. I spent a day in the forest Monday walking the trails among the gorgeous trees and breathing in the autumn smells of the forest, a wonderful day of Sabbath. Thank you for the poem and pictures!
Gorgeous photos . . . makes me want to travel there and get lost for a while . . .