Reflections

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Debby Bellingham’s reflection on trusting that God will speak. I recently moved to the Hudson River Valley of New York and I am awed and beguiled by the beauty of the seasons, each with it’s unique wonder. In California seasons were days on a calendar, not events to be experienced. My home in San Francisco had variations on one season: cool, windy and foggy. It is autumn in New York. I look west over the Hudson River

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Lorraine Roy’s reflection “Thinking in Circles: A Journey Through the Rings.” At the moment I’m shutting down my textile studio after a long day. The chaos of my work surface recedes. My thoughts take a quiet stroll through the day’s creative journey, where my eyes and hands led me outward from the warm heart of a tree, and back in again. I have been a professional artist working with textiles for over 30 years. I also hold

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Barb Morris’ reflection on the Hospital of the Soul. This is a story of following hunches, nudges, and breadcrumbs dropped by the Holy Spirit. I found El Hospital del Alma on a cold, rainy day on the Camino. El Hospital del Alma, “Hospital of the Soul,” is in Castrojeriz, along the Camino de Santiago, on the vast, interior Spanish plateau called the Meseta. The Camino Francés begins in the beauty of Navarra and Rioja among the Pyrenees,

I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read of for Jamie Marich’s reflection “Jerusalem.” I can fit the old city In the palm of my hand From where I stand On the Mt. of Olives Oh, Jerusalem— The vision of what Spirituality could be And yet religion divides you Religion causes war Religion tears people to shreds Because everyone believes Their word to be the holiest Yet as I hold Jerusalem In the palm of my hand I know that the Holy of Holies Lives inside of me