by Lindsay McLaughlin | Feb 3, 2020 | Contemplations
A new year’s turning at Rolling Ridge. The moment held a peculiar potency, for it passed on the hinge of a turbulent decade, when so much is at stake. The Earth and all her inhabitants, all that we love, is in dire straits. There is an instinct within us in such times...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Dec 2, 2019 | Contemplations
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing About the dark times. Bertolt Brecht Even the splotches of rusty orange and russet punctuating the lacework of bare branches have turned now to brown leaf-carpet. They were what remained of...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Sep 22, 2019 | Contemplations
We recently held a retreat at Rolling Ridge, “Finding the Gold in the Darkness: The Way of Soul in Troubled Times,” led by Jim Hall and Cheryl Hellner. In preparation for the retreat we were asked to read an essay by Mary Evelyn Tucker, “Learning to Navigate...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jul 18, 2019 | Contemplations
“Every day has something in it whose name is forever.” (Everything That Was Broken, Mary Oliver) Recently that “something in it” was the sight of my granddaughter and two friends plucking wine berries from the bushes by the dirt path and...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jun 11, 2019 | Contemplations
Last month I stood with a circle of sixty people or so on a rocky beach on Long Island Sound and sang up the moon. As the soft full circlet of the moon rose above the water, the coral sun sank in the west. We gazed in awed silence, chanted, recited poetry. The...
