Gravity, a Snake, and Gratitude

Gravity, a Snake, and Gratitude

Photo by Linda DeGraf I’ve been taken with a Rilke poem, “Gravity’s Law”, which begins How surely gravity’s law, strong as an ocean current, takes hold of the smallest thing and pulls it toward the heart of the world. I like the idea of gravity as a flow taking hold...
At Summer’s Turning

At Summer’s Turning

“Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone…” David Whyte I heard the first geese a few days ago, flying overhead, their calls to one another heralding autumn, the season of mystery and transformation. The tupelo trees have been sending out...
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...