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Quarry Hill Creative Center in Rochester, VT, founded 1946 by Barbara and Irving Fiske, is Vermont's oldest alternative community and at one time was probably also its largest. In the 60s -80s, as many as 90 people lived here.
It was and is visited each year, often in summer (but in every season, really) by visitors from all over the world.
We welcome interesting and creative people who are peaceful, bring no weapons, don't believe in hitting children or killing animals, and enjoy the beauty of Vermont and of themselves.

Most of us do not adhere to any particular dogma or religion, though many do find Eastern philosophy closest to our own thought (some of us are also members of the Quakers/Society of Friends).
We value the individual, particularly people who are energetic and have a sense of humor.
Visitors are welcome-- and prospective residents, too. There are some places for rent, others for sale. If interested, get in touch!
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"The symbol is the enemy of the reality, and the reality is ever one's true guide, true friend, true companion, and true self." Irving Fiske, 1908-1990

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sept 21 daytime

I can see how people become Blog fanatics. One could spend all day and night posting and reading other people's blogs.
It's great when people read mine and comment on it. I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to do so. Thanks and please, keep reading! I have more stuff to post. also said I could write for them on Homeschooling. I'd like to but there are many other things I'd love to write about  too, and am asking them if I can.
Cloudyish day and some of our WiFI sattelite reception is slow... the trees are turning beautiful colors.
It reminds me of my daughter Joya's poem, age about 5:
"In one lifetime I could be a leaf.
You could be the branch.
It would be fun to be a leaf growing.
I'd turn beautiful colors
And float slowly down.
The wind would blow me gently down."

This has to be one of the most joyful, universe-accepting pieces of writing in the English language. I want Joya, if she will, to read it on the day they scatter my ashes in the Green Mountain hills.

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