When the air turns a little cooler and the sun sets a little earlier, a feeling arises within each of us. It is an enchanting time, the autumn season, especially here in New England. As the October chill begins to nip at our fingers and nose, we reach out to the warming teas and ciders to comfort us from within. Sweaters and scarves begin their migration from the depths of our closets and back to our bodies. Giggles of excitement can be heard throughout the orchards. The silvery morning mists rise from the earth as the blades of grass cling to their last days of green, preparing for their own descent into the depths of the earth.
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Layers Through Time
This blog completes the recent series I have been posting for you. While the first two pieces, “Giving Voice”, and “For Those Who Have Gone Before Us”, offered the history of the Brattleboro Retreat Tower, this article documents my hike up to the top of the hill. It may seem out of sequence, but it felt right this way. I hope it inspires you to explore your local history. Hopefully, we can dispel the fiction from reality to heal the scars that stretch across our communities together.
Read MoreThe Light Within the Cave
Deep in the heart of the earth, there is a cave. It is still. It is quiet. Filled with hope and potential, we gently tread upon the winding, spiraling path. Slowly, we walk. Step by step, we descend. Step by step, we move towards the center of the Earth, searching for the sacred cave. Finding our way through the darkness, the candlelight that guides us flickers. Shadows of all shapes, sizes, and even memories dance along the walls, nudging us to ask ourselves questions that are not so easy to answer. Moving slowly, we feel a heartbeat that pulses beneath our feet. It matches the beat and rhythm of our own inner workings. When we connect to it, peace that washes over us. As we trust this inner rhythm, the candle flame becomes steady, strong, and bright. So do we.
Read MoreWould You Light A Candle?
Silence covers me like a blanket in the dark stillness of my sacred space. Is it just after midnight or just an hour before dawn? It is hard to tell. Time seems to stand still within the light of the candles. The flames that dance and flicker coax me to breathe a little deeper with each breath. I oblige and find myself gently slipping into a reflective peace. It is a peace that I gratefully welcome. With another deep breath, I allow myself to open my heart, letting go of the noise in my head. Gently I slip into a place where I am safe to explore my inner realms. As my breath releases, I walk the inner pathway that spirals in deeper and deeper and deeper into my soul. Guided by candlelight, I embrace my own inner light.
Read MoreSometimes There Are No Words
This morning I was called outside in the early morning light. Everyone was still asleep, except for the birds and other critters roaming the frost kissed grass.
There is something in the air today…
Read MoreCome In from the Fields
Change is certainly in the air. You can feel it with summer’s hot, breezy breath turning into a cool and crisp wind. Fallen leaves are kicked up into the air once more as they perform their spiral dance, reminding us that the cycle of life is forever in motion. The sun’s golden light slips from us earlier each day, casting long fingerlike shadows that point us in the direction towards inward reflection. Warm clothing and cozy blankets wrap our thoughts and bodies as we taste the comforting treats of everything apple and pumpkin. Autumn is here and we have passed through its gate. For those who seek the mysteries and meanings within the seasons, we know
Read MorePreparing and Harvesting
It is so quiet this morning that it seems like a gift. Of course, there is a symphony of birds all around me, but it’s the mourning doves that I am taking comfort in. Their coo feels like a bit of a balm to the rawness that I have been feeling the last few weeks.
Read MoreLessons From Lavender
Last spring, my beautiful and enormous lavender plant almost didn’t make it through the winter. It wasn’t a particularly hard winter, but somehow it didn’t fully survive. I had to trim her back 85% – 90% and was crushed to see her so thin and fragile.
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The Whispering Crow 