Great Beginnings at Ancient Oaks Satsang June 2015 | Volume 43 #2 | New Era 72
When I came to Ancient Oaks last December, while in Baltimore for a visit, I felt as though the land was calling out to me, asking me to come be here, to be part of it. On that trip I was only able to stay for a few hours at the farm. When I left the feeling stayed with me and I knew I would be back. A few months later I was able to return in the dead of winter when nature was silent and sleeping under a blanket of snow. Still I felt as if something were speaking to me, quiet though it was. As the weather warmed and the snow melted away the voice grew stronger, growing with the pasture, the forest and the garden as they took on new life and became green again. Now, just past the summer solstice, that quiet voice has turned into a joyous song, a song sung by all of the beings that have made Ancient Oaks their home: the people, the plants, the cows, the wildlife, the nature spirits, devas and spiritual beings. A song those of us living here and everyone who visits or helps from afar are wrapped up in and are part of.
