Contemplations
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A New Year’s Eve
The world is full of miraculous beauty and punctuated by moments of splendid visions. The dark can be revelatory, and in all cases, dances with bright fire.
Inviting Depth, Offering Ground: 2020 Annual Update
We hope you will join us in contributing what you can, to support this place and its connections of spirit, faith and the wild earth.
Autumn
[Transformation] is mixed with the grace of letting go and the faith to trust our long timbers and with the joy of a new page. It lingers in the ruby tupelo leaves, and in the thin golden tinge on the edge of the still clinging walnut leaves, signaling those with eyes to see that Rolling Ridge is on the cusp of autumn and re-creation.
Liminality
Some possibilities for dwelling in the room of liminal space might be: tend to the losses and the withholdings, but don’t lose sight of the miraculous, keep an eye out for grace.
A Prayer for the Threshold
This is when we are able to sense something beyond the anxiety and helplessness and grasp the thread that is ours to pick up in this moment of turmoil and possibility. Who knows what that may be or who we may become?
Journey of the Heart
Follow along at your own pace. Allow yourself to make generous use of silence. Enter the parts that call to you. Let the rest go.
Falling Out and Falling In
There is gratitude: for the life we have right now and the gifts of the Earth we receive each day. In mere minutes we have fallen into a timeless place where we may find courage and provision for voyaging over a foggy sea to a destination we can’t describe.
Hope
In the grimy morass of our present dilemma, amid the dis-ease and wrenching separation, lies the buried treasure of our belonging: our deepest passion. “Hope,” says another poet (Jane Hirshfield), “is the hardest love we carry.”
A Prayer in the Divine Night
There is an instinct within us in such times to gather together and rekindle the fires of meaning, vision, love, hope. Perhaps the holiest grace of Rolling Ridge is that it offers a sacred, wild space where these impulses of the human soul can flourish.
“Quiet Processes and Small Circles”
The reason it is tricky to summarize neatly the activities and ethos shared here is because our collective work is ongoing and ever-changing. Like a quilt, there is a patchwork of partner groups, retreat participants and neighbors who share a love for this place and who arrive over and over again with hearts and minds open to whatever there is to encounter.