Journal

Walking as Spiritual Practice

Walking as Spiritual Practice

by Ann Bodling Coracle Spiritual Director A couple of weeks ago, a friend asked me what my spiritual practices have been lately.  I was caught off guard and mumbled something about reading and contemplative prayer but, at the same time, I felt like I was forgetting...
Coracle Pilgrimages in 2019

Coracle Pilgrimages in 2019

It’s almost the end of summer and many have traveled somewhere, or may try squeezing something in over the Labor Day weekend.  These journeys are meant to bring us to beautiful places, grant us restoration, time with loved ones, renewal of relationships, and...

Pilgrims on a Journey

By David Brubaker Abbeys… Trees… Trails… Hills… Valleys… Cows… Sheep… Inns… Food… Prayers… Silence… Connection… Peace… Surrender. Each summer I schedule something to nourish my soul. I have done 8-day silent retreats at a Jesuit Retreat Center in Pennsylvania and...
Corhaven Farm Updates

Corhaven Farm Updates

Well friends, the warm weather has finally come and, with it, abundant new life to Corhaven! The spring garden has been in the ground for nearly a month and we have been enjoying asparagus and rhubarb, while the leeks, onions, garlic, and shallots have sent up green...

Meet Laren Butler, Corhaven’s Summer 2018 Intern!

Everyone, we are so happy to be welcoming Laren Butler to Corhaven for the summer of 2018.  She comes to us in between her third and fourth years at UVA where she studies Sociology and Religious studies. She is involved with Theological Horizons, and found out about...
The Exemplary Palestinian Christian

The Exemplary Palestinian Christian

I’ve just returned from Bethlehem where I attended the “Christ at the Checkpoint” conference convened by Bethlehem Bible College, The Holy Land Trust, Musalaha, Bethlehem Lutheran Christmas Church, and others.  The theme of the fifth annual conference was “Jesus...
The Warm Hope of a Cold Spring

The Warm Hope of a Cold Spring

“A cold spring: the violet was flawed on the lawn. For two weeks or more the trees hesitated; the little leaves waited, carefully indicating their characteristics. Finally a grave green dust settled over your big and aimless hills… The infant oak-leaves swung through...