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A poetic reflection from one of our members, Carol M.:
“Some Sundays I lace my reluctance on like a pair of muddy boots
The week has filled me with reasons to stay home, stay quiet, stay folded into myself
like a fern at dusk.
The thought of conversation can feel heavier than the sky
and sometimes I arrive carrying a small package of excuses
Yet the trail is there. The trees do not ask whether I feel social.
The lake does not demand a better version of me.
The wind moves through the trees without taking attendance
And there they are the familiar faces gathered beneath windmills, branches, and clouds
drawn by something larger than comfort
We speak when words come. We leave silence alone when it wishes to stay.
Some Sundays are simply about sharing a path with people who understand
that being present is its own act of courage.
Together we notice. Together we remember that creation is still happening
by patience, by friendship, by showing up again.
And each week, though I rarely feel certain beforehand, I leave lighter than I arrived.
The forest whispers its ancient wisdom,
that belonging does not always begin with enthusiasm.
Sometimes it begins with a reluctant step taken on a Sunday afternoon
Driving east, toward the people, the trees, and the quiet love that waits there.”

John Muir said,
“I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God, than in church thinking about the mountains.”
We say, why not do both?

“Church in the Wild was formed and defined as a community affirming the sacred value of all of Creation. We embrace diversity and are dedicated to inclusion. We welcome people of every age, race, ethnicity, culture, gender identity, sexual orientation, marital status, faith history, physical or mental ability, and economic condition into full participation in the life and leadership of our community. This includes you!”

Church in the Wild is a New Faith Community of the United Methodists of Upper New York.

Photos by Gregory Milunich, Milunich Photography taken at Sky Lake, Windsor, NY