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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

Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts

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)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Check out "Beginner's Mind" on Facebook

It's a blog about Buddhism, and there is something very warm and open and loving about it so far. Also they have read "Tibetan YOga and Secret Wisdom" (WY Evans-Wentz)-- one of Irving's favorite books, and not nearly so widely read in those times as ANY book on Buddhism is today (I mean the early-mid-late Sixties, but he may have read it before that). He spoke often of this book, and I have his copy by my bed. I used to do a meditation each night as I went to sleep (in those days I could sleep!!) visualizing Vajra-Dakini, a fierce goddess of Wisdom (a kind of Kali of Tibet) with a necklace of skulls and so on-- visualize her and then visualize myself as her, dissolving upwards from her feet to the top of her head and the "HUM" above her...and it would dissolve away into nothingness and I would sleep. I didn't sleep much better then. But then I began to have fascinating out of body experiences during this period... and a feeling of immense power and energy. I began to get a bit worried by it because Joya was so little then. What if I could not get back into my body when I needed to because she needed me? (We were sleeping alone in a van in the Ocala National Forest at the time, though with people all around us; I would write at night as J. slept while the whipporwills called from the moonlit trees, and the shadows of the sand pines cast gently moving images on the pools of sand lit by the moon. I wrote by a (kerosene?) lamp by my bed. Hard to believe now... Radiant wisdom, joy and peace were with me. So was Joya, who is now in South Africa on her Great Mission (and I hope that she is also having fun and meeting people). It is the Fourth of July. Happy and free, may all beings be happy and free...

Friday, April 22, 2011

Gandhi on Children (Montessori School, 1931)

And believe me from my experience of hundreds, I was going to say thousands, of children I know that they have perhaps a finer sense of honor than you and I have. The greatest lessons in life if we would but stoop and humble ourselves, we would learn not from grown-up learned men, but from the so-called ignorant children. Jesus never uttered a loftier or a grander truth than when he said that wisdom cometh out of the mouths of babes. I believe it; I have noticed it in my own experience that, if we would approach babes in humility and in innocence, we would learn wisdom from them. I must not take up your time. I have simply given you what is, at the present moment, agitating me, namely, the delicate problem, considered in human terms, of drawing out the best from these millions of children of whom I have told you. But I have learned this one lesson - that what is impossible with man is child's play with God and, if we have faith in that Divinity which presides over the destiny of the meanest of His creation, I have no doubt that all things are possible and in that final hope I live and pass my time and endeavor to obey His will. Therefore, I repeat that even as you, out of your love for children, are endeavoring to teach those children, through your numerous institutions, the best that can be brought out of them, even so I hope that it will be possible not only for the children of the wealthy and the well-to-do, but for the children of paupers to receive training of this nature. You have very truly remarked that if we are to reach real peace in this world and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with children and if they will grow up in their natural innocence, we won't have the struggle, we won't have to pass fruitless idle resolutions, but we shall go from love to love and peace to peace, until at last all the corners of the world are covered with that peace and love for which, consciously or unconsciously, the whole world is hungering.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Love Is All Around

All seems peaceful tonight. The snow falling, falling, through the winter trees, bare of leaves except for the scented pines, seems like a restful moment outside time and a kind of benediction. I wish well to all and thoughts of peace, thoughts free from fear and sorrow, full of restful joy and love, to all of you. Then, now, and always, let there be love.

Peace!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

And of course...

It is very Quakerly to do all one can to help poorer people. I am very much aware that "there but for the grace of God..."
We are all one. I still think all the things I thought when I was sixteen, I find, with a very few exceptions. Love, joy and peace are at the heart of all things, and blossom into light through creativity and compassion. This is eternal.
Thanks for reading this, anyone who did!