Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.
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
I’m delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Liuan Huska’s reflection A Holy Shitshow: Being Present to Sickness and Dying. This article is adapted from a post from Liuan’s Substack newsletter: Becoming
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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 . . .