Friends of the Wild Place Kickstarter Campaign
From an anonymous traveller: "You've saved this place! Thank you. It is truly wonderful, magical, and inspired, what you are doing. To find a place like this for peace, quiet, flowers, the
little river, and inspiring words, here in the middle of nowhere. Thank you for following your visions. I was touched and fulfilled by the messages. Something for everyone. We would never know each other, except as spirits of peace walking through the world. How kind and articulate they are. met amazing people from all walks of life. A homeless man who wandered onto the site and sat on the bench to eat sandwiches given to him at the bus station. He gave me several buffalo head nickels. A medical student from Egypt who has barely escaped being killed
in Cairo. Two white water rafting group leaders from w. Mass who ate lunch by the river and told me how horrified they were by the water in the river.
Volunteers started to come, one by one, then in groups. One man said as he was clipping away at the vines, "I think we might see the ground today.." another man in a pickup truck. He was
looking for unretrieved baseballs from the field next door. "I have a chain saw, and I can help you saw up the dead wood," he said. A young violinist from Brooklyn on her way back to New York said, "Can I help?" The manager of one of the baseball teams in Collyer Field put tires pulled out of the river into my car. A RISD student chopped down large sick trees with his
ax. The North Main Burial ground donated wood chips to help smother the knotweed. Swan Point Cemetery donated stones for a wall and a path. From an anonymous traveller: "You've saved this place! Thank you. It is truly wonderful, magical, and inspired, what you are doing. To find a place like this for peace, quiet, flowers, the little river, and inspiring words, here in the middle of nowhere. Thank you for following your visions.
I was touched and fulfilled by the messages. Something for everyone. We would never know each other, except as spirits of peace walking through the world. How kind and articulate they are. met amazing people from all walks of life. A homeless man who wandered onto the site and sat on the bench to eat sandwiches given to him at the bus station. He gave me several buffalo head nickels. A medical student from Egypt who has barely escaped being killed in Cairo.Two white water rafting group leaders from w. Mass who ate lunch by the river and told me how horrified they were by the water in the river.
Other volunteer organizations began to appear. Clearing continued. Now the afternoon sun, blocked before by debris and vines, flowed into the site in the late afternoon. New native trees were planted, along with shrubs and wildflowers, all thanks to the generosity of volunteers. The North Main Burial Ground donated chips to help smother the knotweed. I was so touched by their willingness to do this.More butterflies appeared flitting through the flowers. Bees took nectar from the flowers. A great blue heron dove down from the sky to the river one afternoon. Baltimore Orioles nested nearby. Catbirds ate purple pokeberries. Yellow warblers sang in the trees. Robins. Snakes. Frogs. A groundhog ambled across the space .It was an honor that I got to see them there. I believe so deeply in the importance of their presence among us, creating beauty, peace, and calm.
I feel changed and enlarged by this experience. Transformed by a silent stream of beings I
will never see or meet. I believe that underneath all of this is kindness and peace. Transformed by working with dirt, stones, plants, trees, water, the elements of life. I believe they are all sacred gifts to us.
I wanted to create a peaceful place in Nature, because I believe Nature creates calm and peace. Others seem to agree. I have the privilege of becoming more peaceful myself by physically creating something which elicited these responses. I am so lucky.
little river, and inspiring words, here in the middle of nowhere. Thank you for following your visions. I was touched and fulfilled by the messages. Something for everyone. We would never know each other, except as spirits of peace walking through the world. How kind and articulate they are. met amazing people from all walks of life. A homeless man who wandered onto the site and sat on the bench to eat sandwiches given to him at the bus station. He gave me several buffalo head nickels. A medical student from Egypt who has barely escaped being killed
in Cairo. Two white water rafting group leaders from w. Mass who ate lunch by the river and told me how horrified they were by the water in the river.
Volunteers started to come, one by one, then in groups. One man said as he was clipping away at the vines, "I think we might see the ground today.." another man in a pickup truck. He was
looking for unretrieved baseballs from the field next door. "I have a chain saw, and I can help you saw up the dead wood," he said. A young violinist from Brooklyn on her way back to New York said, "Can I help?" The manager of one of the baseball teams in Collyer Field put tires pulled out of the river into my car. A RISD student chopped down large sick trees with his
ax. The North Main Burial ground donated wood chips to help smother the knotweed. Swan Point Cemetery donated stones for a wall and a path. From an anonymous traveller: "You've saved this place! Thank you. It is truly wonderful, magical, and inspired, what you are doing. To find a place like this for peace, quiet, flowers, the little river, and inspiring words, here in the middle of nowhere. Thank you for following your visions.
I was touched and fulfilled by the messages. Something for everyone. We would never know each other, except as spirits of peace walking through the world. How kind and articulate they are. met amazing people from all walks of life. A homeless man who wandered onto the site and sat on the bench to eat sandwiches given to him at the bus station. He gave me several buffalo head nickels. A medical student from Egypt who has barely escaped being killed in Cairo.Two white water rafting group leaders from w. Mass who ate lunch by the river and told me how horrified they were by the water in the river.
Other volunteer organizations began to appear. Clearing continued. Now the afternoon sun, blocked before by debris and vines, flowed into the site in the late afternoon. New native trees were planted, along with shrubs and wildflowers, all thanks to the generosity of volunteers. The North Main Burial Ground donated chips to help smother the knotweed. I was so touched by their willingness to do this.More butterflies appeared flitting through the flowers. Bees took nectar from the flowers. A great blue heron dove down from the sky to the river one afternoon. Baltimore Orioles nested nearby. Catbirds ate purple pokeberries. Yellow warblers sang in the trees. Robins. Snakes. Frogs. A groundhog ambled across the space .It was an honor that I got to see them there. I believe so deeply in the importance of their presence among us, creating beauty, peace, and calm.
I feel changed and enlarged by this experience. Transformed by a silent stream of beings I
will never see or meet. I believe that underneath all of this is kindness and peace. Transformed by working with dirt, stones, plants, trees, water, the elements of life. I believe they are all sacred gifts to us.
I wanted to create a peaceful place in Nature, because I believe Nature creates calm and peace. Others seem to agree. I have the privilege of becoming more peaceful myself by physically creating something which elicited these responses. I am so lucky.