by Lindsay McLaughlin | Mar 28, 2017 | Contemplations
Stone Chimney near Niles Cabin, Rolling Ridge Foundation Lands. Photography by Katie Jones Pomeroy February had days and days of balmy breezes. Insects hummed. The tree frogs made the pooling creek water boil. Then in March a bitter storm cracked tree branches and...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Mar 14, 2017 | Contemplations
Photo by Billy McLaughlin The evening has fallen. Our day of silence is slipping into another, darker realm. I am remembering a haiku by Alexis Rotella: No moon tonight I light a candle And listen to the Dark Around here, far from street lamps and neon, night descends...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Feb 10, 2017 | Contemplations
There is a chickadee outside the window. It has lighted on a slender branch of the nearly leafless bush and is turning its black-capped head this way and that while its little body dances briskly, feathers puffed against the chill. The day is harsh. A bitter wind...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jan 19, 2017 | Contemplations
Ancient well at Kom Ombo, Egypt. Photo used with permission from AS-I-WALK. I expect that 60 miles away, the nation’s capital is vibrating: filling with celebrators and protesters: the triumphant and the grieving, the jubilant and the angry. I expect that it is...
by Lindsay McLaughlin | Jan 2, 2017 | Contemplations, Uncategorized
This was a reflection offered near midnight on December 31, in the candlelit Meditation Shelter at Rolling Ridge, part of an annual gathering of friends and journeyers to cross the threshold together. I began writing it while on the way to visit family in North...
