A recent trip to the Sierra Nevada mountains included two remarkable experiences with place and kinship—and together with two longtime, ongoing experiences led to a deepening awareness of kinship with place. Only recently learning of the ancient bristlecone pine forest, this trip offered a chance to meet these beings inhabiting parts of the Sierra Nevada…
These are difficult times. Events unfolding in the Middle East are unimaginably horrific. How do any of us imagine a way forward from the terrible violence we are witnessing now, and how do we find a new way that does not perpetuate more terror and pain? I have returned to a poem by Denise Levertov…
On a hot and humid day in early August, I placed my hand on the smooth, gray bark of a centuries-old beech tree in Pennsylvania. I did so both to honor this magnificent arbor elder and to share greetings from another standing a thousand miles away, our own Grandmother Oak at Prairiewoods. I was at…
In this time of turning may you be unafraid to turn inward, to quiet your mind and heart, to listen for the great turning circling around you, to know yourself as no more and no less than a part of all this turning. —Carol Tyx photo by Diane Wheeler Dunn
Recently the ongoingness of my life journey has become clearer. I have become aware of some wide patterns I seem to live, one in particular. Throughout my life I have enjoyed “moving on”—I start an adventure/experience, dig into the learning and practices, become knowledgeable and/or somewhat proficient; and then something new will catch my attention…
Recently I was treated to a late summer tour of Prairiewoods by Aaron Brewer, the Land Sustainability Coordinator. The weather was perfect, with clear skies and a lovely mix of late summer heat and autumn light. We rode in the “Mule,” the all-terrain vehicle that I’ve often watched Sister Nancy Hoffman drive fearlessly over the…
From all the studying and seeking and praying, I have learned that the more I learn, the less I know about spirituality. I evolve to a point where I think I know something, then I learn something else, and I evolve again and again. This is the spiral of spiritual evolution. My beliefs will be…
Many of us know and love the poetry of Rumi, Hafez, and Kabir, medieval mystics whose passions and insights have been translated into modern language as a gift intended to help us cultivate our own love for God. I’ve been working on a project that has allowed me to see this kind of work from…
When I think of spirituality, my mind journeys to the heart of nature. It’s like I can see the trees swaying in the wind, feel the vastness of the open sky, and hear the gentle babbling of rivers. I can’t help but feel that these beautiful elements of nature are part of something much, much…
A few summers ago, I was fortunate to stay at Prairiewoods for an artist’s retreat of blissful painting, reading and walking in the woods and prairie. But the surprise highlight of my five-day personal retreat emerged each night just before night fell. At dusk that first night, I noticed some lights out the window in…