Given, VI We travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us the way we came, Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, and we, By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward That blessed light that yet to us is dark. –Wendell Berry Dearest monks and artists, I am slowly finding my feet under me in this new city of Galway.  Every morning when the skies aren’t clouded over, a vision like the one above greets me from my apartment window.  The Hour of Awakening

. . . Lynn White!  Congratulations Lynn, you have won a space in the upcoming online Lenten retreat with St. Hildegard of Bingen. A deep bow of gratitude to everyone who participated in the Poetry Party (submissions are still welcome!)  I savored each poem as it was shared and let it have space in my heart to shimmer.  Then I said a blessing for the poet’s longings for the year ahead.  I send my blessings to all of you, that art may sustain your imagination in the coming days and weeks.

My final question, ‘How will I know when I have reached the destination?’ brings me full circle, and I face the Mystery again. Perhaps the truth is that we never arrive, not because the journey is too long and too difficult but because we have been there all along. I am coming to believe that there is no final destination except to continue to be on the journey and to know that every place along the way is a holy place because God is present. I believe that God is calling us to stand on our own ground and know

More than 800 people shared their word for 2013!  It is truly amazing and inspiring to read through the submissions, so consider pouring a cup of tea and perusing what others have posted.  Please feel welcome to share your word, even though the date for being entered into the random drawing has passed (see winners below). There are also some pretty wonderful photos being shared at this month’s Photo Party where you are invited to share images inspired by your word for the year (you can also take a quick look at the Flickr photo pool here – also worth some

To receive this love note straight to your in-box, subscribe here (and also receive a free gift!) You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.—Rainer Maria Rilke Dearest monks and artists, I have arrived in our new home in Ireland and am slowly settling in while trying to be ever so gentle with myself in this transition.  The day we got here was also the

. . . Evelyn who wrote the poem “Winter Dancing”!  Evelyn, let me know Self-Study Online Class you would like: with a choice from Soul of a Pilgrim, Eyes of the Heart, Water Wind Earth & Fire, Seasons of the Soul, or Lectio Divina. Thank you to everyone who participated.  The Poetry Party was, as always, overflowing with beauty and wonder.  Pour some tea and linger with your fellow monks’ creations for a while.  A beautiful way to pause during this time of holy stillness.  

I am not sure what it reveals about me, but when Patheos told me that one of the books they were featuring for their upcoming Book Club was titled Seven Deadly Sins: A Visitor’s Guide, my heart lept a little with excitment.  You see, I love the wisdom of the desert mothers and fathers and know that they have much to say about vice and virtue, and I have yet still much to learn. Lawrence Cunningham’s book is a delightful short romp through what can be a dense theological arena.  He writes, not as moral theologian, but with a pastoral