I Will Live as a Monk in the World ~ A Love Note from Your Online Abbess
I Will Live as a Monk in the World I awaken early as usual,have my little pot of breakfast and feed the dog,then she makes circles and squeals,knowing what is next. Morning prayer, walking the canal and river,quiet before the city hums,she stops every few feet to sniffmessages left for her on blades of grassand tree trunks,and I wonder at the messages imprinted here for me too,a feather floating,a leaf on my path,an acorn fallen.I pray with my feet, smell dawn’s freshness,the possibility of here and now,the swan glides up the waterand the duck quacks a warning to his companions, the blackbird does what he must