The Journey Continues

Over the past two weeks, the pilgrims entered the Upper Valley, on-shore celebrations of water took place in Hanover and then in Brattleboro — marking the journey southward — new pilgrims joined the pilgrimage and old friends departed the river. Such is the nature of a grand journey. Below are photos and reflections from pilgrims Jonathan Eden, Jo Brooks, Kathleen Moore, Mark Kutolowski, and Lisa Kutolowski!

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“We are called to immerse ourselves in this divine source which is everywhere, and only available to us right here. And as we rest in the source of all life, we become ourselves a spring of this source,  of this living water. And not only us, but all of creation becomes a spring. An access point of this livng water. Sister Fawn becomes a spring, Brother Raven becomes a spring.” — Lisa & Mark Kutowski

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Native American petroglyphs in Bellows Falls.

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“I have just returned from the only week long segment I will be able to participate in.  During that time we traveled from Littleton, NH to Hanover, NH, but it was not so much the miles, but the spiritual practice and community that made this journey so amazing.  Each day we would practice “functional silence” from rising, through breakfast, and for our first hour of paddling.  The silence was briefly interrupted for morning prayer, when we would read scripture and sing a hymn together. Most days, we would stop somewhere along the way, for a special recognition: maybe to mourn the loss of sacred native site, or to honor the work of those who now use the land for agriculture, or just to appreciate a beautiful waterfall.  In the evenings we would again, after reading scripture and singing, practice another 20 minutes of silence.  Silence has never been an easy part of my spiritual life, indeed silent retreats are just frightening to me, but somehow, out in the wilderness, this changed for me. That first hour of paddling, often along the glassiest of water, was magical for me.  It was a restorative time, a time of deep connection with God, and a time when I felt my creativity kindled. My prayer is that I can continue to embrace some version of this practice back home!

Each day, one of us was asked to contribute to a journal.  On the day I volunteered to write, the words that echoed through my head all day, as I took in God’s creation all around, seemed to take the form of a prayer, and so what follows in my entry for day 15 of the pilgrimage.  It was a meaningful exercise for me to write a prayer in this way, and I hope that it might provide a taste of what those days on the water were like. 

“The are many things I don’t understand”:

O God, there are many things I don’t understand, though they’ve been explained to me … I’ve probably even explained a few, but I still don’t understand them.  I don’t understand the magic of mixing cornmeal, water, cheese, and butter, but I’m glad it works. I don’t understand the power of the place where the water meets the land, or why 11 gathering there to feel the morning sun moves me so. I don’t understand why Nicodemus, who came to see Jesus at night, but was also there at the very end, tears such a hole in my heart.  I don’t understand why finding a paddling rhythm with someone I’ve just met is so joyful.  I’ll never understand the currents of air and water the way the birds and the fish do, and I can’t fathom how the swallows decide where exactly they need to dig a hole in the side of the bank that must be ready to crumble.  I don’t understand why the sharp edges of concrete and steel look like scars out here, or why we sometimes need the scars that stitch us together in ways that didn’t work before, or why I never understood the real cost of flipping the switch, until I was in this place where there is no opportunity to do so.  I don’t understand the patience of water, the sculptor of mountains … or why the glistening of the setting sun across the waters speeds and slows as you stare at it over time.  I don’t understand how, as you were trying to put a soul into a pile of mud, as the days of creation were coming to an end, you were, even then, calling us to the river, imagining a world where this journey could happen.  O God, help us not so much to understand as to appreciate and in appreciating to be thankful.  Thank you for the blessing of this day, for these people, and for the gift of water. Amen.”
                                    – Rev. Jonathan Eden
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We hope you’ll continue to follow this journey, whether on the water or in prayer!


Grace & The River of God

From June 4-10, pilgrims embarked on the second leg of the journey down the Connecticut River: “Water, Grace, & The River of God.”

“All God asks of us is to come – dams, stagnation, obstacles, all of it. Bring it to the constant, ever-flowing wonderful stream. God will wash it all away, revealing the beautiful, good, loving creature formed and loved by the divine.”

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It was a week of both joys and tears, rejoicing in the beauty of the water and grieving the damage and pain we as humans have wrought upon it. It was a week of remembering where in our own hearts and spirits God’s love flows through us, strongly and ceaselessly, and where in us there are blockages and dams, places where we feel stuck or stagnant.

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We portaged around the Gilman Dam on Saturday, June 10th. Dams like this one were added along the Connecticut River to control annual flooding and to protect riverside towns. Despite the human benefit, damming rivers does not come without great consequences for the river, for its inhabitants, and for its neighbors. The Moore and Comerford Reservoirs cover what was 15-mile falls, the longest consecutive stretch of falls on the east coast, and a sacred site to the Abenaki. As we paddled near the shore, we could see traces of what the sunlight once touched – huge rocks, built stone walls – all of which are now submerged beneath these still waters which no longer tumble and froth.

May we remember to temper our appetite for control, efficiency, and power, especially when such drives permit us to forget that the earth is alive and thriving, not an inanimate object for our desired use and purpose.

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“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven,

And do not return there until they have watered the earth,

making it bring forth and sprout,

giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,

so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;

it shall not return to me empty,

but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,

And succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” — Isaiah 55:1-13

Pilgrims have now begun the next stage: “Baptism and Immersion in God.”

May they receive many blessings on their journey!

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The Headwaters

A small group of pilgrims began paddling south from the headwaters of the Connecticut River at Fourth Connecticut Lake this week — the start of the 40 day journey of the River of Life pilgrimage.

They began with a Pilgrimage Blessing:

Dear pilgrim,

As you go into the wilderness of the land and of your heart –

May you experience the ever-flowing grace of God’s presence!

May you be immersed so fully in God’s love that you learn to let go and swim!

May you engage deeply and radically with the natural world, as steward, co-creator, and friend!

May you drink anew from the divine source, the stream of living water!

And may you be transformed, may the stagnant waters of your spirit begin to flow, and may all which is dead in you rise again!

God is here. The river awaits. Let the adventure begin.

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The first four days of the pilgrimage were a call into the wilderness, “a place of radical encounter with God.” IMG_1823

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Bishop Rob Hirschfeld writes, “This pilgrimage will be a time when we are asked to be face-to-face with the source of our Existence, the Being that flows through our days, our bodies, our personal and collective histories. Some of us may have been asked, ‘What’s the purpose of a pilgrimage? What are your goals?’ I wonder if Moses felt the same hesitancy if people asked him questions when he came down from Mt. Horeb? I want to be unprotected in my encounter with God, the IS WHO IS AND WILL BE, stripped of the cushions that keep me from fully BEING WHO I AM. I want to see if, apart from my doing in this world, can I live in God’s presence and not be consumed? I want deliverance, which the Bible tells me happens, so often, through water. That people look at me askance when I say these things may be an indication that we are indeed on a pilgrimage with God.” IMG_1797

As Mark and Lisa, the trusted and joyful river guides, reflected, “the wilderness…is the place where our ordinary human confines fall away – our routines, our physical comforts, our habitual thought patterns and our cultural conditioning are disrupted. God invites us to let go, to be broken down and broken open, so that God’s own wild presence can speak to us freshly. To bring something new into our hearts and into the world, God needs to first lead us into a place of wilderness and freedom.”IMG_1789

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Stay tuned for the next phase of the adventure!