As Winter Solstice approaches, the sun is setting earlier, nearing its shortest day, and the last remnants of Autumn are shaking down from the trees. At our overnight, we sat on the shoreline at Little Eagle Bay, looking west as the sun dipped below the Adirondacks. The surface of the lake was smooth and quiet, the scattered kids gazing openly and lovingly out over the water was such a peaceful and serene moment. And looking at this community that has grown so much in the past 3 years, I felt so grateful for all of the wonderful work of the other mentors, Lauren, Chris, Jed, Sam, and Monique, and others who have helped this program grow.
…to the trees, the cedar roots struggling to gain purchase on the crumbling shale, for feeding our fire, for sweetening our tea, and sheltering us from the rain.
…to the pair of mallards that swam out from the shore and watched us patiently while we celebrated the sunset, and the ravens circling overhead.
…to those who had come before, who had tended this land, made it beautiful, protected it from development, and were generous enough to let us use it today.
…to the first stars just then opening their eyes to the coming night sky, to the moon who would rise in a few hours, the sun who had warmed the rocks, and the sky for holding it all.
The following poem was written by Luke, inspired by his time at Crow’s Path. It was recently published in the Burlington Free Press. So until February, let us enjoy Winter’s Song!
The Winter’s Song is long and thoughtful. The wind blows hard. The wind is the melody of the Winter’s Song. The wind is cold; it swirls like a spiral in a paper birch forest. It sounds like a soft swirling ocean with a sad tone.
And with that, we look forward to seeing you in the spring. (Spring registrations forms are available on our website).