On this Threshold Singing

On this Threshold Singing

As is our annual practice, some of us gathered at the Meditation Shelter in the night of December 31 for a time of quiet, bringing whatever was in our hearts.  Once again we walked through a moon-bathed forest to the Shelter, aglow in candlelight and warmed by the...
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...