Reflections

I am leaving again to lead a retreat on Honoring Our Ancestors.  These next few days are a threshold time in the Celtic calendar, when the veil between worlds is said to be especially thin.  I have been lingering in this thin place for the last month and am eager to join with a group of women to honor this sacred time of year.  In the Christian tradition, we are entering a time when we honor our beloved dead who have passed on before us. Together with my teaching and writing partner Betsey Beckman, we will engage in art and

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. -Wallace Stevens I began my pilgrimage in Rome arriving late at night after my flight was delayed by several hours and I was bumped to a later connection.  The first day of the World Congress of Benedictine Oblates was very full.  I remember feeling filled with anticipation and also drained from the long travel.  The Congress was held at a conference center on the outskirts of Rome, a beautiful setting.   That first evening I took a long slow walk around the perimeter of the property.  The evening light was illuminating the world around

Tomorrow I will fly off to distant landscapes to begin my time of pilgrimage and be attentive to the summons between heartbeats.  I will carry with me my camera, my journal and pen, and most important, an open heart ready to receive whatever gifts are offered. My blog and the Abbey Shop will be on sabbatical for most of October (although I may pop back in with a link or two).  I carry you with me as well, dear readers, because you are a part of the community which I am called to serve.  When I return I will share some of what I discover. What