Holden Voices

tired from traveling I arrived here my soul in Europe still
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A poem using words from Holden Evening Prayer - written 6/28/16 at Sunrise on Ten Mile Trail.
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Bridges are replaced, Adirondack chairs weather and rot, cabinets get coffee spilled on them, and we all leave and new people will fill our shoes. Physical things, including us as workers, are replaceable. But we are more than the work we do. What we really leave behind is our character and lots …
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AS YOU GO ABOUT YOUR ACTIVITIES TODAY YOU ARE MAKING A CONTRIBUTION TO THE VILLAGE. WHETHER YOU ARE PERFORMING A PHYSICAL TASK, TEACHING A CLASS OR PERHAPS SITTING ON A PORCH SWING BEING A GOOD LISTENER TO A FRIEND, YOU ARE SHAPING THIS COMMUNITY. YOU WILL BE REWARDED WITH A FEELING OF RENEWED SPI…
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The fire had raged. The forest was dead. Nothing but ash, and smoke and the blackened skeletal pillars of the trees that had reigned for a century remained. The ground was scorched with such intensity that even the microbes, and the fungi, and the shrubs, and the deepest roots, and the thickest trun…
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We made more good memories during those 5 weeks than I could have ever expected, and had the benefit of community to lean on when the village was threatened and there was nothing we could do but hope, trust and worry. Thank you for making it okay, and giving us a place to find rest and renewal.
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It’s late winter, and cabin fever is raging.  The valley seems small, the mountains high, the snow deep, and everything, everything is white… We think, with Jane Kenyon, “one small green budding thing could save us.”
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I was really pleased to get to do Matins on my first full day of being a villager, and really wanted to do it again before I left. There were a ton of topics and experiences that were really significant and that I would love to ramble on about. But for the sake of your sanity and patience, I’ve had …
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