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Monk Manifesto

The Abbey of the Arts , a website focused on transformative living through contemplative and expressive arts, is a constant source of support and nourishment to us. Its Monk Manifesto provides such sound advice on the spiritual journey that we want to post it here as well. We can totally identify with it and can only hope that our writing and living bear witness to its underlying truths.  Monk: from the Greek monachos meaning single or solitary, a monk in the world does not live apart but immersed in the everyday with a single-hearted and undivided presence, always striving for greater wholeness and integrity Manifesto: from the Latin for clear, means a public declaration of principles and intentions. Monk Manifesto: A public expression of your commitment to live a compassionate, contemplative, and creative life. I commit to finding moments each day for silence and solitude , to make space for another voice to be heard, and to resist a culture of noise and const...

A monk's life

Poppy outside my window Photo by Matilda Today I'm going to start living like a monk not allowing the god Critic to dictate my song but to hear the gentle call of the Bird God, saying "Look outside your window! There's a second poppy blooming." It has exploded, pink shrapnel hanging in tatters from its detonating core. Another little bomb sits waiting to shake my world with a colour explosion. Being monk I will tend the plants that exploded like an orgasm. Taking deep delight in the birth of its seed and the beauty of its short life. Being a monk I will look out for love letters all day long, Listen for the Lover's song and stand naked and trembling for a touch, a soft wind hand stroking my face. I will explode like the pink poppy and bloom under this Spring Sun. Matilda

Fish 'n Chips

A man visits a monastery. At dinner he is served Fish and Chips, and they are delicious, the best he has ever eaten. He goes back into the kitchen to thank the cook, and finding someone there cooking, he asks "Are you the Fish Fryer?" To which the man replies, "No, I'm the Chip Monk".