Facing West

Facing West

Winter is my favorite season on the mountain. Summer was fine enough for a kid in suburbia, poolside, no school. But as an adult – a postpartum adult – I find summer absolutely suffocating. Especially on the mountain. The heat. The thick walls of green....
Where the World is Breathing

Where the World is Breathing

“Dreaming Awake” collage by Doug Van Houten Something inside of me has reached to the place where the world is breathing. –Kabir Days each week, I go walking in the woods with a story in my pocket.  It’s winter now, and the landscape is a mass of...
Reflection for a Wet Winter Night

Reflection for a Wet Winter Night

The contemplated night gathering in the Meditation Shelter to quietly mark the new year did not happen. Illness in the community, the travel of some to distant family, and the exigencies of settling children for bed after early evening merriment, storytelling, and...
Little patches of reflection

Little patches of reflection

Photo by Keith Lyndaker American culture tends to prize maximum choice with minimum  limitations and, especially in this season, urges us to want more—not less.  We tie ourselves in knots stressing over constraints of time and chafe at the notion that others may...
Connection & Illumination

Connection & Illumination

(Photography by Josh Houck) “Because this bird is singing to me, I belong to the wide wind, the people far away who share the air and the clouds. together we are looking up into all we do not own and we are listening.”   – Naomi Shihab Nye As a child, my family...
Festivals for the Dark

Festivals for the Dark

… Autumn is a variegated season, known for its mystery and ever-changing pallet. It’s a season of vibrant golden and green beauty here on the Ridge, punctuated in scarlet; a season of sweet potatoes in the garden and crackling fires in our woodstoves. It...