by Brayton Shanley
Thoreau went to the woods "to live deliberately, to front only the essentials of life." Similar to Walden Pond of the mid-nineteenth century, the Quabbin Watershed woods where Agape is nestled, is deep woods.
The wilderness has been a place apart a separate moment on the other side of the sights and sounds of the 21st century North American style of living. For the last ten years we’ve experienced a rare blessing of communing alongside wild animals deep within an almost self-contained natural world. The sense of the Divine is felt almost daily. A landscape of mysterious beauty provides a continuous feeling of reassurance in the goodness of life. This life seems to hearken back to a rural past, and you can almost hear Thoreau calling us to "simplify, simplify, simplify."
Then the bulldozers began to rumble down Greenwich Road.
Our Agape silence has been shattered in the last 12 months as three houses have been built within a few hundred feet of the St. Francis House kitchen, plus the completion of one auto body garage, across from our driveway. 21st century sprawl has reached across the cow town of Hardwick, Massachusetts.
Four new houses are under construction just up the road and seventeen are planned for this year and next. Our insides team with conflicting feelings as we powerlessly witness the woods crumble around us. As a community, residents at Agape rejoice in the arrival of newcomers. Yet, the way development is harming our defenseless, deep woods sanctuary, this "new-comer" feels too much like an invading army.
This "invasion" threatens two realities precious to our calling to be peacemakers: 1. Living in the wholesome untrammeled landscape of the natural world and 2. Communing with its close companion, contemplative silence.
Experiencing the assault helps define the urgency of the ecological age, reminding us that our earth has become our threatened home. This earth residence is a "thou", being bought and sold as an "it", a resource of profit.
Geologian Thomas Berry framed the experience of this present age with power and accuracy, saying that we live in times that require "human-earth mediation." History records God as human, and human-to-human has been our mediation, however faulty and incomplete. Today, the environmental threats of the Twenty-first Century necessitate an honest peaceful communication to reconcile the human to earth mediation. We need to find our life-sustaining place within the created order and begin to experience nature as Divine Gift, holding up one undisputable fact–that god is undeniably and magnificently green.
The first page of the Bible speaks of heaven, earth, sun , moon, stars, planets, trees, birds, animals, fish in the sea, and that "God created all of them." God saw all as God. Therefore, all is sacred. We’ve lost this vision. We’ve misplaced it. We are at war with ourselves and the earth.
So what does human-earth meditation permit us to do? To heal and reconcile with the Christ love of Agape. This non-injurious love will put us in a sustainable ying-yang balance where nothing is lacking and nothing is in excess. This harmonious balance will lead us as a people to the "promised land," a vision of place belonging to People Israel, where no one owned land at the expense of the other.
A friend shared that someone who came to Hardwick, and seeing all of the trees felled to widen the road, wept openly at the loss. This instinctively expresses the Buddhist’s Karma or, compassion for all that lives. "All life is one" is the integrated vision of the world religions. But we can even widen the circle.
Quantum physics is now able to measure the oneness of the universe. If it is becoming a scientific fact that all in the universe is interconnected, then it follows that a threat to life anywhere is a threat to the fragile web of life everywhere.
Therefore, it seems axiomatic that human/earth meditation will not be advanced by real estate development. Outside developers came to Hardwick, bought land across from Agape, clear-cut the trees right to the road, built two homes so close together and fifty feet from the road and on top of a wetland, that the sense of outrage and urgency are total. The developers feel differently. Build these homes quickly and cheaply. Time is money, and all the transformation at Agape and in Hardwick is for one essential purpose–maximum profit for the developer. If this land is inherently sacred, then to denude it, subdue it and turn a buck with it, is a desecration. Mowing down trees, vegetation and the wildlife habitat is but another violence in the human repertoire.
Our world in Hardwick is a mystical one. I was walking across the homestead early one morning when Suzanne cautiously called out to me: "Brayton, there’s a moose in the garden." And there she was–full grown cow, standing between the thyme and the parsley, staring at me. In her wondrous stare, I could almost hear her saying: "What is happening to my home?"
"Rural is quiet and quiet holy," writes mystic, Catherine Doherty. Real-estate development on three sides, visible and audible, certainly threatens the sacred silence. God had coaxed us into this meditative silence in 1987 when we moved here. Throughout our stay, we have extended this invitation to thousands of people. What kind of silence do we invite people to? Absolute silence. As much as humanly possible, it is a silence free of the drone of human machines and the noise, about which Thomas Merton fulminates: "Those that love their own noise are impatient of everything else. They bore through silent nature in every direction which their machines, for fear that the calm world might accuse them of their own emptiness." The invasion of bulldozers, chainsaws, heavy machinery and pounding, will, no doubt, soon give way to the "domesticated" sounds of an anxious culture–TV, radios, three wheelers and snow mobiles.
We came to the woods as Thoreau did "to front only the essentials of life" and to reject the anxious noise of 21st Century North America–for the crickets, the peepers, the wind in the trees, the birds, chipmunks and even moose, rustling through our garden. These sounds celebrate the truth that life is good, that God rejoices with us in simple things and that this all is worth defending in the name of Agape, unconditional love.