Deep round the convent rooves the snows are sparkling to the sun and moon
He establishes control by a regular patrol, and he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking, and it’s certain that he doesn’t approve
of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet when Toby is about and on the move
because when the coops have been cleaned, the water topped up, the perches set in place and the corn feed scattered, our youthful sisters settle down for the quiet narration of their guardian’s latest literary exposition
Between the pine woods and orchard a pile of tree trunks felled years ago had quietly kept well the log that found us this Advent.
Wisdom is more mobile than any motion. A reflection of eternal light, while remaining in herself she renews all things.
She is more beautiful than the sun and excels every constellation of the stars. Compared with the light she is found to be superior.
When we look for you, you are in the look of our eyes, in the thought of our looking. There’s no need to go outside.
Looks warm, simple, ordered. Yet there’s quite some discernment and heavy work to do before reaching the light at the end of the apple store. Not to mention gathering windfall.
Today’s tip for a successful crumble is not getting precariously distracted by the view from atop your apple picking ladder, just as you lean over for the perfect bramley…
Moist browns and yellows, mossy greens and auburn are giving our wellies a good crunch in the garden now. Our Autumn harvest offers a more saturated, peaty basket of smells.
The birds are hungry by mid afternoon light. Wherever you look the bushes are burning.
The need to create and protect simple places for silence and solitude seems deeply human – a need that all the mystics affirm and respond to in some way.
The community here has given a good deal of attention over the years to the priority of that need to contemplate, alone. Though as a guest in Freeland you may not experience every corner that is cared for, rest assured our little ‘huts’ are there. . .
Hidden away behind a hedge, close to woods and to our orchard, is one place for us to paint, even sleep there close to the elements, or just take some moments to ‘place our minds before the mirror of eternity’. There are other places too.
Whether we seek time and space to meditate and pray, whether we want to be closer to nature, or whether we need to be alone to write, we all need our secret spaces.
Providing enough food to see everyone flourish is where community self-sufficiency and sustainability begin. It means hard work, together, every single day of the year, but the result is so amazing.
It all depends not only on the weather, the daily protection and care of the fruit and vegetables, each in their own season, but also on the talent and know-how to transform them. Take – for example – the raspberries, some home-cultured yoghurt, a few secret ingredients and not a little creative vision… well, we can vouch for the final deliciousness!
And have you even ever seen a yellow courgette..?
…which are just what you need sliced with earthy potatoes and some of cook’s Wednesday special