Welcome to this month’s Abbey Photo Party!
I select a theme and invite you to respond with images.
We began this month with a Community Lectio Divina practice with our reflection on Kinship with Creation (the fourth principle of the Monk Manifesto) with a quote from Psalm 104 (read them here).
I invite you for this month’s Photo Party to hold these words in your heart as you go out in the world to receive images in response. As you walk be ready to see what is revealed to you as a visual expression of your prayer.
You can share images you already have which illuminate the theme, but I encourage you also to go for a walk with the theme in mind and see what you discover.
You are also welcome to post photos of any other art you create inspired by the theme. See what stirs your imagination!
How to participate:
You can post your photo either in the comment section below* (there is now an option to upload a file with your comment – your file size must be smaller than 1MB – you can re-size your image for free here – choose the “small size” option and a maximum width of 500).
You can also join our Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks Facebook group and post there. Feel free to share a few words about the process of receiving this image and how it speaks of the harvest for you.
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Beautiful, LJ! God’s an amazing artist.
I walk through neighborhoods and natural areas, discovering Art created by Nature, as with this rotting tree, which looks like a colorful painting.
I’m sitting here admiring this beautiful day, and all around me there are noises of lawn-mowing and house construction. Inside, there’s a fly flying around, and my dog snoring…what do you think I’m listening to? Thanks to you, inside.
a request to attend meeting for vets tonight
housing…war wounds…healing balm for body and soul
torrents of jets, macho motors and bikes
i am too reeling in my own pain
escape back to Big Sur and Ocean Mother
waves of comfort and song
the soul wound of our Native peoples
how to restore psalm 104 to our earth
lawn mowers shatter the earth silence
how can grass live much less humans
gardeners tend not only to the job
listen to the cacophony of sounds you bring
the sunrise and sunset cannot shine mystic light
if the harmony of nature is lost to civilization
listen to nature untouched… hear… heal your soul wound
and ours… Jesus, the Risen One, is the Gardener
“How brightly deep… how Glory sprung
Creation’s Lord unbound
the mystic longing heart of things
in charged unspoken sound
He came to walk our restless winds
to make our flowers grow
to hear our colors laugh and sing
to rub our sunset glow.
and we would touch the Spoken Word
and walk with Him His ground…” (cannot remember words of this lovely song!)
Your photograph is beautiful. Thank you for this statement “I am trying, a little more each day, to alter the created world around me as little as possible.” I have never thought of small things, like taking shells, picking up rocks as altering. Thank you for that aha.
There is this little beach near my Spiritual Director’s home that has stolen my heart. It invites me to linger, soak in it’s particular manifestation of God’s creative design, leaving nothing of myself behind but gratitude and taking nothing with me but deep joy and peace. I am trying, a little more each day, to alter the created world around me as little as possible, except to be a companion pointing the way to Christ. I took this photo to capture and carry a little of the joyful invitation this beach affords me. There is no mark of intrusion, only peace.
Beautiful…I can smell the air and feel the wind.
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