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...
Way Upstream

Way Upstream

A friend involved with regional efforts to protect the Chesapeake Bay once told me of a meeting she attended in which representatives of area organizations and advocacy groups stood one by one to enumerate their steps and actions in the cause.  After quite a while of...
The Cedars of Lebanon

The Cedars of Lebanon

In the human imagination, and as they have been throughout the ancient world, the cedars of Lebanon are sacred trees, planted by God.  They are long-growing, strong, the material of temples and voyages in sea-roaming ships. Recently I read a piece in The New York...