








Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.









Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.

Dearest dancing monks, artists, and pilgrims, This Friday, June 12th, we are delighted to welcome Brother Richard Hendrick, OFM Cap. for a retreat on moving From Intention to Attention: Becoming Really Present in Prayer. We will encounter this flow through the lens of the Christian contemplative tradition, looking at
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
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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 . . .