Each morning when I’m at Goddard, there’s a moment I savor: coming down the trail, across the road and to the top of the stairs leading to the center of campus. The manor (where we have workshops, meetings and administrative offices) to the left, Kilpatrick dorm in the center, and the clock house to the right, both peeking out from behind the community building all stand against a background of mountains and sky, distance and height.
I love this view in summer and winter, rain or snow, sun or wind because of the panoramic perspective of my life here and all that surrounds it: the Green Mountains, the sky towering upward, the land unfurling all directions. Goddard, especially when you’re here, feels like the center of the universe, nothing this view does a thing to dispel. But then again, since everywhere is both center and edge, opening wide and tunneling deep, that kind of perspective can tilt the day to come. And the view itself seems to say, “Day, come on through!” So I cross through the view and enter the day.