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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

Friday, July 21, 2017

On the holy mountain

I have recently been thinking of Isaiah 11:9 and other passages in the Bible that speak of peace and fulfillment.
For my parents, Barbara Hall Fiske and Irving Fiske, the King James Bible was a kind of powerful poetry, with  some visionary truth contained in it. It was not a literal truth to them, but an artistic one.
Barbara painted tempera paintings with herself, Irving and Milton as figures from the Old and New Testaments, and they referred often to the parts that intersected with their vision of "a paradise for Souls"-- people who were incapable of living the conventional life.

The Bible passages that moved them (and often me)  the most were those that speak eloquently of peace  and a new Jerusalem, a beautiful new earth/heaven without pain and suffering, without killing or pain.

"They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain, for the earth shall be full with the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea."

This passage  was one of my mother Barbara's favorites.Such passages, in the King James Bible (the only one we considered worth reading) were like precious stones to my parents, and I usually agreed. 

These words of Isaiah spoke to the heart of Quarry Hill's point of view. Along with Blake's radiant and defiant poems, and the words of Melville's Moby Dick, it "spoke to our condition." When the place ran up against people wanting, not only to claim the land but to stake claim to QH's point of view, in 1999-2002, one of the things we could not stomach was the idea of a "mission statement." That as much as anything was what the situation foundered on. It was not the Fiskian way to bind the self with one idea, one thought, one point of view-- a way of being which often drove other people crazy. 

Yet, not as a commandment upon us but a vision of sanity , such passages as this one in Isaiah were a part of our deepest thought.
The Quarry Hill agreement, begun in my childhood and in effect through all the years and still today, is that here no one who is living or visiting here may strike, neglect, or verbally abuse children.  Animals are not hunted, and fish swim unmolested in the brook, the frogs in the pond.
No one raises animals to kill. 
Despite everything, the Great Divorce of the late 90s-early 2000s included, this vow has remained in place for 71 years, from April 10, 1946 to today.

Irving liked  Micah 4:4, which most people know:

" But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; and none shall make them afraid..." Or as the song goes, "Every man neath his vine and fig tree, shall live in peace and unafraid."

This verse  had a special meaning for Irving. 

In his liitle brown cabin in the deep piney woods of the Ocala National Forest, a vine grew over the window of his miniscule bedroom. On the side of the cabin toward the lake he planted a little fig tree. And  there he lived, in peace and unafraid, and completely defiant of the Forest Rangers and the rednecks who, in the 1970s, had burned our earlier cabin down. 

(More to come)

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