I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Mary Camille Thomas’s reflection and poem “All Things Sing You.” In my blog The Kingdom of Enough I ponder this question: In a crazy, consumer culture that is busy bombarding us with demands and desires, how do we touch the peace that reigns in the cave of every heart?Although I’m a churchgoer, I am just as likely to find the answer to that question in nature, including my own backyard — like Dorothy Frances Gurney I often feel that

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Liz Coffman’s poems on being present. The poems I offer are a reflection of my experience as a “Monk in the World” navigating the daily challenges of being present and being conscious of the holy charge I carry.  It is humbling. HOW IS ITHow is itThat I,The selfish selfI so often carryAroundIn mindless chatterAm the OneWho makes evidentThe Holy Light To unveil it’s glowTo be presentTo the Cosmic ConsciousnessIn the grocery storeNext to you CHANGED PLACESYour God

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Wisdom Council member Jo-ed Tome’s reflection Slower. Softer. Simpler. I did not exactly set out to become a monk. If someone had told my younger self that “monk” would one day be part of my self-description, I probably would have laughed and then quickly apologized because I was raised to be polite. But over the years, this monk-in-the-world identity has slowly revealed itself, not through lightning bolts or desert visions, but through the gentle rhythm of days

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for JoRene Byers’ reflection and poem Bravely Done. I bow to the natural world in gratitude every day, my heart is continually humbled by the constancy of love.  In the morning when I write, I sit in this great silence, and then, the creatures and land generously teach me.  When I see the lilies of the field and the birds, how they are so filled with goodness, and kindness, my heart rises up then, and I can feel