Focusing on land, the atmosphere and the flow between them.
The Baltimore Project, 2018
A close friend is leading efforts to reduce violence in Baltimore, Maryland, the city that my heart holds dear. To reduce violence, many focus their efforts on people. What if we shift our focus from people to the land beneath our feet, to the atmosphere that encircles the city, and to the breath that unites . . .
A Winter Solstice Reflection
When our outer world is darkest, we can see more clearly the light that moves subtly in, around and through us. As a gardener, I am becoming aware of different streams that nourish the seeds of light held deep in our hearts.
In a gathering at Christmas in 1923, philosopher Rudolf Steiner shared the Foundation Stone Meditation, a meditation . . .
At a Drum Circle to Honor the Ancestors
“Did you get any pictures?”asked one woman after the drum circle ended. No, I replied. I had been so moved by the event, that I did not want to step away from it. I will describe the event for you.
The farm holds a Drum Circle to Honor the Ancestors in our large barn on the first Saturday in November. The barn's hand-hewn . . .
On Sunday, a close friend arrived with another friend early afternoon. She had said she would drive to the farm after church, if she was able. This was the last really warm day: frost was predicted for Tuesday morning. Then the flowers would wilt with the frost and fade. These two women, both octogenarians, were blossoming in their . . .
The clouds are low and grey; rain is expected later today. We have just had 23 straight days without rain, with high temperatures in the high 80's—about 15 degrees warmer than usual for mid-October. Several friends and acquaintances have asked how the farm is doing. I usually say something like, “The farm is still going and so am . . .
This morning, a friend shared that as a young black girl in segregated Cincinnati, she finally got to go to the public library to check out books. Previously, she had been allowed to walk to the black school close to her home where she had read almost every book. She told the story in her authentic voice and conveyed such mixed emotions! I . . .
“The Earth, the air, the fire, the water, return, return, return, return,” this chant calls for us to focus on the elemental forces of nature. Few events are more elemental than gathering around a fire with the chill in the air on a fall evening. Little feeds us more easily or more deeply than such connection.
After a puppet show . . .