Peacehaven Community Farm

Saint Anne on the Porch: A Peacehaven Chronicle

Saint Anne on the Porch: A Peacehaven Chronicle

Sharing another Peacehaven story from the memory-swamp in my brain. This one has wound itself around Transfiguration Sunday, which was yesterday.

A moment of glory--

We sat on the porch that morning. Our little band of Peacehaven dwellers gathered up like we were itching to get at something. It wasn’t quite hot yet, but almost. Anne sat on my left. We rocked our chairs together.

The brothers fiddled with their thoughts and various social negotiations—eyes darting here and there, with a “you know what…” followed by an awkward joke or two. We let it pass as a group. Those things happen. We kept rocking.

Then, all of a sudden, there was peace.

Molly's Mac-n-Cheese: A Peacehaven Chronicle

Molly's Mac-n-Cheese: A Peacehaven Chronicle

As soon as I pulled into the Peacehaven driveway on my first official day as the summer chaplain I realized that I had left my packed lunch at home. I have hypoglycemic anemia, so forgetting my lunch is no small matter. Furthermore, I was anxious about forgetting anything around my new “coworkers,” or having to ask for a lunch break off the farm.

I remember that the house rhythm was unusually quiet that morning. Sometime around 11:30 a.m. I heard Molly, one of our Core Members, humming to herself in the kitchen as she pulled out an enormous cooking pot and two boxes of Annie’s Shells & Cheese.