by Lindsay McLaughlin | Sep 4, 2017 | Contemplations
“Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone…” David Whyte I heard the first geese a few days ago, flying overhead, their calls to one another heralding autumn, the season of mystery and transformation. The tupelo trees have been sending out...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jul 15, 2017 | Contemplations
The dark green leaves of the vine-laden, twisted old ash tree are twinkling in the light after the sudden rainstorm. Beyond it, down by the creek, the ancient willow stump is fat and full with graceful, slender branches rising directly out of the gnarled core. July...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jun 12, 2017 | Contemplations
I’m bringing you this afternoon a little story about what happened in the Rolling Ridge garden on a rainy evening in April. Rolling Ridge is a haven for wilderness and wild things, a place for Partner Groups to renew themselves in faith and friendship, a cradle for...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | May 27, 2017 | Contemplations
The rain has played with the clouds and the peeping sun for days. Sometimes the forest glows lush and golden; then it drips and drips, the earth sucking at our galoshes. Nothing lasts for long. Here spring is in full swing. Outside my window, bluebirds are nesting...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Apr 21, 2017 | Contemplations
In an old story, it takes Christ three days to let go of all that holds him to this world, including the breath of life, and journey to the underworld. There he “harrows” the darkness and the depths, as an ancient farmer might probe and stir and prod the...
