We are looking for guest bloggers! Do you have an essay, photo essay, piece of art, poetry, etc inspired by your own experience at Rolling Ridge Study Retreat? If you are interested in sharing your gift on the RRSRC blog, please email Joy at email@example.com for more information about how to submit your blog post for consideration.
Each moment is a well, a history, a lifetime, and a suddenly and irrevocably constructed door frame.read more
“We stand at a new doorway,
awaiting that which comes…
daring to be human creatures,
vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.” // Anne Hillman
I cannot begin to fathom how the beating of one butterfly’s wings could possibly cause even a whisper of a ripple on the other side of the globe. But we are not just individuals; we are part of a whole stream of life.read more
Changing places and spaces requires contemplating what is taken along and what is not. One might not consider the worn wooden high chair that held many a wriggly child or the rounded black recliner where the teenagers flopped to be mortal, exactly…But this things are loved nevertheless.read more
To live with an open heart, to live with a sense of awe, doesn’t mean we are blind to suffering or pain or fear, only that we also see the blessings all around us—the sacred gifts of life, love, and beauty.read more
Demonstrating how restorative forestry can be done sustainably and effectively.read more
What waits to be heard not just within our relationships but within our hearts, within our souls, and within our world?read more
“This, then, is the extravagant landscape of the world, given, given with pizzazz, given in good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over.” –Annie Dillardread more
The mysterious world of night, far from the reasonable light of day in which we have been politely making apologies and expressing remorse to our partners and companions, confronts us with the gutsy and most difficult question of whether we can forgive ourselves.read more
There is a chickadee outside the window. It has lighted on a slender branch of the nearly leafless bush and is turning its black-capped head this way and that while its little body dances briskly, feathers puffed against the chill. The day is harsh. A bitter wind...read more
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