Projects
Here are some of the living experiments, gathering spaces, and slow-growing projects we’re tending together in community.
The Hull House
Emerging as a Third Space here in Alfred, NY — part sanctuary, part hearth — the Hull House is where neighbors and strangers become kin over shared meals and soul-deep conversations. It’s a place where the ordinary becomes sacred: the dinner table stretches wide enough to gather life-long Atheists, devoted Unitarians, curious Witches, and wisdom-seekers of all kinds. Out back, the catio welcomes creatures and contemplatives alike — an outdoor interspiritual alcove where wonder has room to roam.
Here, stories are told, ideas are composted, and friendships are seeded in the fertile ground of difference. The Hull House is not just a house; it’s a living experiment in what becomes possible when we risk belonging to one another, again and again.
The Farm
Nestled in Hudson, NY, The Farm is our gathering ground for ideas that need air, hearts that crave connection, and conversations that spark new worlds into being. Here, we host salons, workshops, and experiential retreats — each one an experiment in how wonder, care, and collective imagination can transform a room into a sanctuary for becoming.
Rooted in the spirit of the old salons — where artists, thinkers, and neighbors met to wrestle with the big questions and dream into the night — The Farm is our living commitment to that legacy of shared inquiry and radical hospitality.
If you’d like to wander deeper into our philosophy of the salon, you can read more here. Come as you are; leave as more than you were.
The Big Ol’ Bitch
Tucked away in Friendship, NY, The Big Ol’ Bitch is our irreverent, wide-hearted convening space — a place for family dinners that feel like home, rituals that root us deeper, and gatherings that remind us we belong to each other, especially when the world would rather we didn’t.
Here, we tend to the ones who’ve been displaced — by family, by faith, by the holidays that claim to be about love but so often make the margins bleed. Around this big old table, we rewrite what it means to come together: Atheists, witches, queer kin, exiles, dreamers — all find a seat.
Every meal, every ritual, every shared laugh is an act of defiance and care — proof that, even in this ragged empire, we can still be a family worth choosing.