.” Nineteen years ago, two aging ones, with a mountain of faith and what one person called a flimsy bit of a dream landed in northern Michigan.
In March of 2001, they snowshoed the watery land of springs and forests that would become Primavera. Mystery stirred where the river began its journey to the Great Lake. The forest whispered, “
You are Here.” The plentiful waters murmured, “
We have been waiting for you.”
Convinced of Thomas Berry’s wisdom “Either we go into the future as one single sacred community, or we will all perish in the desert together”, they established a peace center. In that same year, the Twin Towers crumbled, the nation awoke to a new season of disarray. Yet, a land of plentiful springs, frogs, owls, deer, hemlock, balsam and pine would lead them. Here, Primavereans and all they touch would speak up, “We beg to differ! There is another way to live!”
For seventeen years, this little non-profit, part of Dunamis Peace Institute, has made a sacred, safe, place of belonging for human and non-human life. Children, families, young and old have come to this Ark to learn, to explore, to find ease, to know who
and whose
they are.
When new program initiatives were suspended in 2017, they reached across differences to work together with environmental education partners. Now, the circle widened in an experiment of giving away the best one had. Undergirding the work from the beginning, a tiny worship community gathered weekly. Parents, children, youth, young adults, and elders laid the two gospels - the gospel of Christ and of Earth- alongside one another.
This giggling, laughing, praying, crying, opening welcoming-arms-to-all
people have been learning how to love one another, a piece of land, and God.
“Who is Primavera?,” the founder exclaimed! Everyone’s answer would be different. A peace center. A space of grace. A place that honors the earth. A one-of-a-kind sort of church. A land with lush, productive hillside gardens that would be careful to never deliver toxic chemicals to all the neighbors downstream.
A soil known inherently, more for what it lacked, had like Primavera, shown that it begged to differ. The trees whispered, “Be an Anchor, be an Ark, that’s who you are.”
Come for a visit.
Come and slow down a while.
Come and touch the Mystery of Primavera.
Come and add your voice to this little community.
Come and see!