The 133rd Lily Dale summer Season is over. And there is a hush in Lily Dale.
As I walk past the Maplewood Hotel (now closed), I see the empty porch rockers where many a guest has rocked and talked about a plethora of spiritual subjects as they admired the view of beautiful Cassadaga Lake. The restaurants are closed and I'm already experiencing withdrawal. The benches at Inspiration Stump and Forest Temple are empty except for a random person meditating among the trees. And the bells announcing the start of workshops, lectures, and services are silent.
I see an occasional visitor still strolling the grounds. Some are staying on in guest houses. Some are here for the day or for a reading.
And today (the day after Season) we gather as a community for a Labor Day picnic of fellowship and food. We celebrate the summer and enjoy seeing all of the familiar faces that in the hurry and scurry of the Season we saw only as glimpses during our service to others.
For more than two months, we gladly shared the peace, the energy, the joy of this special place. And now we have Lily Dale to ourselves again. I suppose it's the way one feels after having company... glad for the visit with them but now ready to have some time with your own family. Each one feeling the peace of this moment of after-Season. Each one grateful for the fun and high energy of the Season and the restful energy of the off-Season.
As I walk past the Maplewood Hotel (now closed), I see the empty porch rockers where many a guest has rocked and talked about a plethora of spiritual subjects as they admired the view of beautiful Cassadaga Lake. The restaurants are closed and I'm already experiencing withdrawal. The benches at Inspiration Stump and Forest Temple are empty except for a random person meditating among the trees. And the bells announcing the start of workshops, lectures, and services are silent.
I see an occasional visitor still strolling the grounds. Some are staying on in guest houses. Some are here for the day or for a reading.
And today (the day after Season) we gather as a community for a Labor Day picnic of fellowship and food. We celebrate the summer and enjoy seeing all of the familiar faces that in the hurry and scurry of the Season we saw only as glimpses during our service to others.
For more than two months, we gladly shared the peace, the energy, the joy of this special place. And now we have Lily Dale to ourselves again. I suppose it's the way one feels after having company... glad for the visit with them but now ready to have some time with your own family. Each one feeling the peace of this moment of after-Season. Each one grateful for the fun and high energy of the Season and the restful energy of the off-Season.
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