Holy Days

Holy Days

The retreat we hold annually during Advent and the days leading up to the winter solstice is named for a gift, one among many, that of story. Planning it, I was drawn to the idea that while in the northern hemisphere the winter solstice marks the beginning of the...
The Gifted Darkness

The Gifted Darkness

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. –Mary Oliver At dawn my small dining room window framed a patch of gauzy coral cloud pierced by a morning star. As I watched, light wafted from the...
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...