K’s big birthday gratitude project

It is possible to grow hope, to grow love, to grow community; despair never needs to have the last word when it can be healed by a scribble, a blob of paint, a pile of clay, a pot of earth, a jumble of wool, a rip of fabric, a pin-hole camera and a safe space to play.

Ash Wednesday March 2 2022: what is a lectio soul collage? 

Since joining the Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks in 2014, I have been intentionally trying to make my sabbath distinctive from other days of the week.  My illness often makes one bed-bound day merge into another, and prevents me attending church (even virtual church), this is harder than one might think.  There are practical disciplinesContinue reading “Ash Wednesday March 2 2022: what is a lectio soul collage? “

a monk in the world of 2021

I am honoured to have written another guest post for the Abbey of the Arts, which was published yesterday: As a contemplative photographer I thought I knew quite a bit about light and brightness, shadow  and darkness.  It appears I was wrong.  During 2020 and 2021 a series of COVID-19 ‘Lockdowns’ have been offering meContinue reading “a monk in the world of 2021”

Beltaine 2021: skywatching in colour 

The eye of the great God, The eye of the God of glory, The eye of the King of hosts, The eye of the King of the living, Pouring upon us At each time and season, Pouring upon us Gently and generously, Glory to thee, Thou glorious Sun. Glory to thee, thou Sun, Face ofContinue reading “Beltaine 2021: skywatching in colour “

Under a Sap Moon (Vernal Equinox 2021)

What needs to go? What like the seasons is preparing to shed,  or to grow.  is silent yet in the earth? To reflect,  make three columns  with your paper and ink: Then walk through the garden of your life,  with full attentiveness.  Take part in your practice,  with your arms raised like the trees,  thatContinue reading “Under a Sap Moon (Vernal Equinox 2021)”

Blue Christmas 2020

The twilight turns from amethyst  To deep and deeper blue,  The lamp fills with a pale green glow  The trees of the avenue.  The old piano plays an air,  Sedate and slow and gay;  She bends upon the yellow keys,  Her head inclines this way.  Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands  That wanderContinue reading “Blue Christmas 2020”

day 19

Other incarnations, of course, consonant with the environment he finds himself in, animating the cells,  sharpening the antennae, becoming as they are that they, in the transparency of their shadows, in the filament of their calculations, may, in their own way, learn to confront the intellect with its issue. And his coming testified to notContinue reading “day 19”

day 14

If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.” Robin Wall Kimmerer So often when I feel utterly joyless, and completely weighed down by the weight of my own pain and the weight of the suffering thatContinue reading “day 14”

day 13

You see, there is much I want. Perhaps everything: the darkness of each infinite fall, the scintillant play of each ascent. So many people live without wishes, calm of spirit, light of judgement, muted as princes. But you rejoice in every soul that thirsts and serves, rejoice in all whose hands reserve you for aContinue reading “day 13”

Sunday 2

you need to be very stillto hear the concert of your body  to think about what you contain  salt and waterknows what it’s doingrenewing itselfback to earthit is a quiet thingthis is where our riches arewe are all red insidebrimming with loveall fluid and quiet and fire.  ‘Core’ Kerrie O’Brien I am on the journeyContinue reading “Sunday 2”