Mary the Contemplative Some years ago I met Father Chrysostom, a Greek Orthodox monk, on Mount Athos. He lived in a hermitage with his disciple at the foot of Karoulia, the bleak rocky desert at the southernmost tip of this peninsula as it juts defiantly out into the blue waters of the Aegean Sea. On top, 250 feet above the waters, individual hermits rooted their one-room cells and sat like fearless eagles peering into eternity.
Mary the Contemplative Some years ago I met Father Chrysostom, a Greek Orthodox monk, on Mount Athos. He lived in a hermitage with his disciple at the foot of Karoulia, the bleak rocky desert at the southernmost tip of this peninsula as it juts defiantly out into the blue waters of the Aegean Sea. On top, 250 feet above the waters, individual hermits rooted their one-room cells and sat like fearless eagles peering into eternity.
This light itself is one, and all those who see it and love it are one. -St. Augustine The center of our soul is difficult to define. It’s hard enough just to believe in it. -St. Teresa of Avila Because it is not I who look but I who am being looked through, Gloria. -R. S. Thomas People visit the Academy in Florence mostly to see Michelangelo’s David. The postcards and the photographs in coffee-table
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