“Then our sleds had wings; We were more than dancers Held by the wind’s music And the spell of the world’s whiteness. We rode on trails of light From clouded pinnacles. We soared like birds Back to familiar valleys; And only in that final resting Did we touch the ground.” Excerpt from The Sliders,…
A letter to the brothers at Weston Priory 1/17/17 Dear Brother Daniel, I am writing on behalf of our men’s Quaker group that spent some time recently at the Weston Priory. We had a Spiritually nourishing time of worship, sharing, insight, and even a little poetry. We appreciated having the time to work with you making honey…