The New Ruminate Headquarters
Well friends, the Ruminate Headquarters has moved. For the past seven years we’ve been in an 8’ x 10’ room in the basement of our quaint little house in Fort Collins, Colorado. We had certainly outgrown the office space. Luckily, my family had also outgrown the living space, and we wanted to find out what it would mean for us to have some land for gardening and chickens, a place for the kids to roam and catch grasshoppers and dig holes to China. So, in August we made the move to a farm property outside of town, replete with an old farmhouse and a barn, home to the new Ruminate Headquarters.
Yes, the property needs a lot of work to transition from a drafty outbuilding to a functioning office, but I’m excited by all the possibilities. I picture beautiful Ruminate dinners out in the field, staff meetings where oodles of lovely volunteers can all gather and fit in the same room, space for all our back issues to be carefully stored, ample storage room for every kind of envelope and packaging material one can imagine, sunshine pouring in the windows and birds singing outside, big white walls ready for artwork, and space for books, lots of books.
We’ve been working away on transforming the barn/outbuilding into our headquarters
. We now have a pellet stove to keep us warm, a composting toilet, paint, dry wall, sealed concrete floors, and beautiful “beetle-kill” pine lining our ceilings and floors. I’ll post another update in a few weeks as things progress.We hope you'll come visit us! If you're ever in Fort Collins, and want to come say hi, just drop us a note!
Brianna Van Dyke
Brianna Van Dyke is the founder and editor-in-chief of Ruminate. She lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, with her husband and their two children on a working CSA farm. In addition to tending to Ruminate, she also enjoys leading retreats in the Ruminate Barn and taking retreats, too.
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