POETRY

The Teacher of Wonder

for the children of the New Earth

I found them by a quiet hill,
Their laughter light as leaves in air—
A dozen souls with wide-eyed hearts,
Each waiting for someone to care.

Rocking Chair Tales: Tilly the Turtle and the Gift of Slowness

(Told in the style of Mother West Wind)

One warm morning in late April, just as the dew was beginning to lift from the blades of grass, the porch stirred. Goldie the Goldfinch had been keeping watch from the sugar maple all week, chirping softly and scanning the garden path with expectation.

🪑 Rocking Chair Tales: The Day Cinder Came Through

It was just past seven when the wind shifted—cooler, somehow hushed. Not the usual breeze that rattles the chimes or carries the scent of old lilac, but something quieter. Weightier.

The Cabin That Waited

from the journal of Brother Callum

It began with the rain.

THE MONK'S JOURNAL

The Self-Made Monk

MONK'S JOURNAL

Not a Book

It began, I suppose, with the idea that I should write a book.

MONK'S JOURNAL
The Edge of Something

It was not a planned hike.
I had no map, no trail guide—only a quiet nudge from somewhere deep inside that told me: walk. Just walk.