by Lindsay McLaughlin | Apr 9, 2020 | Archived Events
The Third Waypoint: Simon Helps Carry the Cross We approach the simple, round building, The Meditation Shelter, made from stones from the ground of this land. We notice the shelter, remembering the way it holds and protects us in the way that caregivers do. We...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Apr 9, 2020 | Archived Events
The First Waypoint: Jesus is Condemned to Death We are standing at an old stump after walking silently from the fire ring whose ashes are cold now, since no one has been by to light a fire for weeks. The stump, rough, worn down, decaying, is under the power line. ...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Apr 9, 2020 | Archived Events
The Second Waypoint: Jesus Carries His Cross and Falls Under Its Weight We walk on into the forest a little way past the power line and toward a tree, which though standing, is dead. Its bark is stripped, exposing the tender flesh. We notice the death of this tree and...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Apr 2, 2020 | Contemplations
On the Schoolhouse Trail I passed an old tree with a craggy opening near the forest floor, an intriguing portal to the Underworld. Meanwhile, the serviceberries are out, their delicate creamy blossoms like fallen stars in the woods. Serviceberries are so...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Mar 17, 2020 | Contemplations
Photo by Linda DeGraf The vernal equinox is a handful of days away, announcing the astronomical beginning of spring. On a morning last week, as dawn chased the darkness from the forest’s edge, the moon was a glowing, golden plate resting on the western horizon....
