In a fold of coastal bluff, tucked into a crease along the shore of Puget Sound, Sophia Refuge holds a beautiful space for change. Crossing the threshold, moving down the draw, there’s a curious way the stillness makes us slow down, and wonder.
Trickle Creek rises by the blueberries in winter and flows strong for half the year as it carries down the cut it has carved for itself, through orchard and forest, past studio and residence to outfall on the gravel beach. Between the creek, the tides, and the rain, water is always in motion. This is a great place to be aware of our own constant motion, the steady winding and unwinding, inside and out.
Sophia Refuge adjoins Olympia’s Priest Point Park, a forested three hundred acres of walking trails along with a mile of wilderness shoreline, within walking distance of downtown Olympia. To the west and north the Refuge looks out over seven square miles of saltwater to sunset and the Olympic Mountain range, forty miles away.
The Refuge is my home and workplace. It’s also a cauldron that provides a container for groups and individuals intent on insightful exploration and practice through self-inquiry and the study of consciousness. My own experiences have included decades of practice in writing, poetry, sculpture, and woodwork—as well as a roving interest that includes mysticism, geometry, science, and spiritual practice.
As opportunities become available I’ll announce them here.
Trillium Awakening Events
Next Small-Group Trillium Sitting:
Saturday, August 27, 2016 in Olympia: 10am-1pm
Core Dharma Sitting with Trillium Interning Teacher Don Freas
Please RSVP if you'd like to join us
Where the little road goes
among trees, take the foot path
to the left of the crooked fir--
the one that looks like a deer trail,
take that one.
Follow your feet
through the encroaching salal;
let the new green ferns
make your thighs wet giving you
the night’s dew they’ve held.
Follow for a long while
where it leads, until
the ravens’ croaks and
the needle carpet
make you forget why
and where you’re going . . .
Excerpt from "Sanctuary" by Don Freas
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,