“Even under its burden / the soul awakes and sings” —Trish Bruxvoort Colligan, from her song “Soul Awakes and Sings” off her just about to be released album Wild Acre) We must risk delight. . . We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil. . . We must admit there will be music despite everything. —Jack Gilbert, “A Brief for the Defense” (excerpt) “I want / to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” —Pablo Neruda, Love Poem

To receive this love note straight to your in-box, subscribe here (and also receive a gift!) “The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence.” —Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander Dearest monks, artists, and pilgrims, I didn’t write a love note last week because I gave myself permission to not send out a newsletter.

Dearest monks, artists, and pilgrims, Today is the Feast of St. Patrick, a national holiday here in Ireland, and quite a time of celebration. I admit that I have some mixed feelings about Patrick, in part because the celebrating is often an excuse to drink heavily, and because there are so many amazing Irish Saints, but Patrick gets most of the focus (and he wasn’t even Irish), and there is much evidence Christianity was already being practiced here before his arrival. Regardless, it is a perfect day to celebrate the many gifts of Ireland. So it seemed appropriate that Marcy Hall would finish

To receive this love note straight to your in-box, subscribe here (and also receive a gift!) Dearest monks, artists, and pilgrims, “Return to me with your whole heart.”  This is the image and invitation with which we are resting for Lent at the Abbey (see our community lectio divina and this week’s invitation to photography). Lent is an invitation toward whole-heartedness.  The heart is an ancient metaphor for the seat of our whole being – to be whole-hearted means to bring our entire selves before God, our intellect, our emotional life, our dreams and intuitions, our deepest longings. Many of us feel divided, in

To receive this love note straight to your in-box, subscribe here (and also receive a free gift!) In Praise of Circles “I live my life in growing orbits which move out over this wondrous world.” – Rainer Maria Rilke Friends around the dinner table their mouths making “o”s of delight and laughter, plates piled with new potatoes, pearl onions, and pork loin. Time softens the edges of river stones, the arc of waves reach for shore, celestial orbiting spheres keep cosmic time. There is the saffron yolk, blood oranges and blueberries, the coins in my purse that let me buy fresh

Dearest monks, artists, and pilgrims, The 8th principle of the Monk Manifesto reads: I commit to being a dancing monk, cultivating creative joy and letting my body and “heart overflow with the inexpressible delights of love.” I share some of the reflection here this week as a reminder for each of us to practice gratitude, contentment, good zeal, and cultivate the creative joy, freedom, and love which we are called to embrace as part of being a monk in the world. “What is more delightful than this voice of the Holy One calling to us? See how God’s love shows us the

To receive this love note straight to your in-box, subscribe here (and also receive a free gift!) Please can I have a God (after Selima Hill) not fossilized, hardened, stiff, unshaken, not contained in creeds and testimonies, judgments and stone tablets, but in the wound breaking open. Please can I have a God who asks me to worship at the altar of mystery, to lay aside certainty, and curl up in the hollow of a great stone down by the river, to hear the force of it rushing past. Please can I have a God with questions rather than answers, who