Risk
I'm bringing you this afternoon a little story about what happened in the Rolling Ridge garden on a rainy evening in April. Rolling Ridge is a haven for wilderness and wild things, a place for Partner Groups to renew themselves in faith and friendship, a cradle for ministry and retreat and study, a laboratory for permaculture. For me, though, its essence has always been the call to live in community, which I believe is the one thing being asked of humanity on every level from the personal to the cosmic in this time. The call to community has a tenacious and essential pull, like gravity, yet, honestly, we do well to look before we leap, for there is real risk in launching forth. Here is a warning from Adrienne Rich, a poem called “Prospective Immigrants Please Note”: