It is with great joy that Mission Farm introduces ‘The Odeon’ - a gathering space in the heart of the Green Mountains.

Another day of rain in Vermont. The road is speckled with frogs and toads. The moss and fern are living their best lives. The ground is soft and puffy with water.

What is home? What does it mean to be connected? Who am I, and what is my purpose in life?

The creatures, flora, and fauna that fill the 180 acres of woodland and animal habitat at Mission Farm reflect the core values that have emerged in this place: connection, conservation, and justice.

Our planet's health presents a deeply spiritual challenge. How can our desire for connection expand to include our spiritual concern for the environment?

There is nothing like a natural disaster to remind us that we are more than what we do and achieve. The rain has brought an awareness of the grace and humility of being human.

Sitting on the porch after a week of devastating floods in Killington and across Vermont, I hear the birds in the nest on the eaves calling their mother for food.

Life is short, and it is sacred. This week, the wild tiger lilies along the road are gentle blessings. They appear with intricate detail and a splash of brilliant color, and then they disappear.

I define the ‘essence’ of this space as a place of connection, conservation, and justice. But what does that mean?

This month begins the creation of a new structure made of rock and root - the installation of ‘the Odeon’ on the land at Mission Farm.

Standing at the edge of the wilderness, we are invited to become a part of something larger.

John Audubon once said, “If there is a difference between the bird and what the field guide says, believe the bird.”

May you discover ways to be “idle and blessed” these summer days.

A story is told in the landscape, forming the ground sustaining our lives.

These spring days are magical. The fiddleheads are unfurling. The meadow is awash in a sweet green vibrancy.

We planted 12 beautiful, strong maple trees at Mission Farm this week.

From this fallen tree there is a beautiful vision for the transformation of the orchard.

Spring always feels to me like the edge of something new. It is a season of mud and new growth as we await what is to emerge.

Spring flowers and peeping tree frogs; the smell of pollen and the buzz of bees remind us to notice what is emerging in our world.

As that stone is rolled away on Easter morning, we are given a radical vision for a kinder world - rooted and grounded in love.