July

July

The dark green leaves of the vine-laden, twisted old ash tree are twinkling in the light after the sudden rainstorm.  Beyond it, down by the creek, the ancient willow stump is fat and full with graceful, slender branches rising directly out of the gnarled core.  July...
Risk

Risk

I’m bringing you this afternoon a little story about what happened in the Rolling Ridge garden on a rainy evening in April.  Rolling Ridge is a haven for wilderness and wild things, a place for Partner Groups to renew themselves in faith and friendship, a cradle for...
Next Doorways

Next Doorways

The rain has played with the clouds and the peeping sun for days.  Sometimes the forest glows lush and golden; then it drips and drips, the earth sucking at our galoshes.  Nothing lasts for long. Here spring is in full swing.  Outside my window, bluebirds are nesting...
Changes

Changes

In an old story, it takes Christ three days to let go of all that holds him to this world, including the breath of life, and journey to the underworld. There he “harrows” the darkness and the depths, as an ancient farmer might probe and stir and prod the...
Extraordinary Experiences

Extraordinary Experiences

Stone Chimney near Niles Cabin, Rolling Ridge Foundation Lands.  Photography by Katie Jones Pomeroy February had days and days of balmy breezes. Insects hummed. The tree frogs made the pooling creek water boil.  Then in March a bitter storm cracked tree branches and...