Outside the front door to our residence hall, a phenomenon happens each year that stirs my spirit. It is the blooming of one particular crocus. ...

Discernment. Not a word you hear much, unless you live in a monastery that is. But in truth we do it every day. Oatmeal or ...

This morning I started thinking about shadow boxes. You know, those picture frame type things that are really shelves so you can display three dimensional ...

Today is a community retreat day. The theme is the Monastic Instinct of Helpfulness. As is my habit, I was sitting in my room reading, ...