In the Belly of Spring

In the Belly of Spring

As February slid toward March, the harsh grip of winter tightened. It snowed, and snowed some more. Fierce winds thrashed the oak and fir trees around my new home, a cohousing village community built not long ago on the edge of an old and vibrant small town. To...
A New Year’s Eve

A New Year’s Eve

It has been our custom at Rolling Ridge to gather in the Meditation Shelter on the Eve of the New Year for a time of quiet reflection, poetry, sharing, and candlelight.  In the past, visitors have joined us.  This year we had no guests.  We wore masks...
Autumn

Autumn

photo by Lindsay McLaughlin Autumn is an apt metaphor for transition; the landscape changes so dramatically as the season unfolds. This year, though, autumn holds real change for us at Rolling Ridge. Two of our five families are leaving. (I am part of one of those...
Liminality

Liminality

photo by Scot DeGraf It was hot, a rainless time.  The stick weed and wine berries wilted among the straw grasses. The creek beds were scatterings of tumbled stones.  In the garden, Kate watered, and watered again.  The hard soil seemed to repel the...
A Prayer for the Threshold

A Prayer for the Threshold

Grief in a Time of Not Knowing. The podcast’s title had me at hello. It turned out to be an interview with Zen Buddhist teacher and author Joan Halifax. The discussion opened by considering whether living in these times means to be engulfed in a collective initiation....