The reason I started Contemplative Monk is that I’ve had a recurring dream since I was seven.
I’m walking up this babbling stream, deep in a mountain forest, searching for something. I step over the rocks, as the early morning sunlight shafts through the mists and the hemlock trees. I excitedly breathe in the fresh mountain air, taking in the beautiful flowering rhododendrons, and feel the cold waters and sands beneath my feet. It’s one of those moments you can feel everything falling into place. I search and search. climbing up the mountain stream. Then I see it. There buried in mud along the banks, gems of all shapes and sizes, buried in the mud and silt. I dig them up out of the mud, washing them off one by one, holding them up to the light. Then the dream ends.
I discover stuff that’s been lost and buried in our traditions. Things that should never have been forgotten. Most of them are in full sight, but we don’t really see or know what they’re for.
I hope you’ll come and walk along with us on this pilgrim journey home.
May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you and abide in you forever.
~ Bob Holmes