When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry

As we enter Ash Wednesday and then into Lent to culminate through Holy Week, an ESpirit reflection will be sent each Tuesday from contributors: Karl Fandrich, Kate Maynard, Susan McMillan, Lisa Schnell, and myself.  

May we each find our way through the desert to the Christ within. May we pass through these perennial weeks to become changed as we never imagined. May we reawaken to what is truly holy.


Kenzo An


The Right Rev. Shannon MacVean-Brown, Bishop of Vermont

The Very Rev. Greta Getlein, Dean and Rector

The Rev. Canon Dr. Robert K. Leopold, Canon for Adult Formation

The Ven. J. Stannard Baker, Cathedral Deacon and Diocesan Archdeacon

The Rev. Deacon Susan McMillan, Diocesan Liaison to Vermont Interfaith Action

David Neiweem, Interim Director of Music

Jennifer C. Sumner, Office Administrator

Barbara F. Comeau, Financial Administrator

Katie Gonyaw, Children's Formation Coordinator

Ian Lawler A/V & Social Media Coordinator

Adam Skiff, Property Steward