​The butterfly garden has shelter for beneficial insects year-round. In springtime, there are various kinds of daisies: oxeye, fleabane, and shasta; in high summer, zinnias, marigolds, queen Anne’s lace, chicory, Indian paintbrush, and echinacea, and in autumn, goldenrod  and  purple asters. We’ve tried planting butterfly weed but it hasn’t taken in that stony sandy soil. Of course, there is milkweed for the monarchs, of which we saw two or three in late autumn. Mostly it was yellow or black swallowtails and the little endangered orange marsh butterflies. The garden is also beneficial to bees, both native and our own honeybee hive. 

(by Dave Aldag)

WE call upon the Earth, that which forms our material bonds, to witness what we do here today.
We call upon the Sky, which supplies our breath, our words, to witness our honor this day.
We call upon the Waters, which grants us movement and life, to witness our actions this day.
We gather here today not to witness for a death, but to honor a life.
Our lives are not enclosed within our bodies, nor confined to houses or fields,
That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.
It is not a thing that crawls into the sun for warmth or digs holes into darkness for safety,
But a thing free, a spirit that envelops the earth and moves in the ether.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek the gods unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then shall you begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
These lands are a cradle and a stepping-stone.
Whenever you pass by the field where you have laid your ancestors look well thereupon, and you shall see yourselves and your children dancing hand in hand.
We go with the wind, but not down into emptiness;
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
The mist that drifts away at dawn, leaving but dew in the fields, shall rise and gather into a cloud and then fall down in rain.
I do not mourn Geoff's passing.  Geoff has simply taken ship to a to a deeper ocean I can not reach via cellphone or text.  I will have to travel on that same ship to reach those shores, to talk to him again.  And he will have marvelous things to tell me of when I get there.
The wind blows, and restless are the sails;
Even the rudder begs direction;
Now they wait no longer.
The stream has reached the sea, and once more the great mother holds her son against her breast.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
We shall meet once more, we shall speak again together and sing a deeper song.
Our hands shall meet in another dream and we shall build a tower in the sky together again.
A little while, and his longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear him.

I am not here to perform an eulogy.  We are ALL here to do that.  This is a Memorial, all who have a memory of Geoff that marks how he affected their life are invited to stand, or sit if you  wish, and tell us your remembrance of him.  We are not here to mourn Geoff Gluck's passing, but to honor the memory of his life.  You are here because of his life.  He had an impact on your life that you still feel.  And as long as his memory still remains, his life is not gone.  Thus this memorial is not a spectator sport.  I ask all here to participate with me in remembering all the good that has come from Geoff's life.  Yes, there are parts all of us dislike, that is inevitable in the tides and hurlings of our lives in uncertain footings.  Each of us harbor certain memories that define Geoff in our live that we continue to call upon.  That we feel good about and towards.  Let us share those memories so that each of us leave here richer for them.  I will begin.  I ask each of you to follow.
I Remember Geoff Gluck.  I first encountered him in high school.  We had similar interests in military history and the occult.  Geoff was always an optimist.  A firm believer that everything would work out. 
He had a love of the sea and sailing, of guns and the history of it all.  He went into the Navy right out of high school with the intent to make his way on his own.  Fate has a way of altering plans, and he came back to Kalamazoo.  Geoff was always an optimist and always wanted to make his own way, in his own way. He found his own path for religion, closer to Druidry than most.  He helped us start an earth-based religious community that still thrives in Kalamazoo.  Our paths constantly crossed over the years.  We never seemed to get too far apart from each other, through the ups and downs of navigating modern life and the constant distractions it brings.  For all the difficulties his life brought him he never seemed to quite lose the optimisism of his youth, and in the last few years it seemed he had finally found a balance in his life.
I Remember Geoff Gluck.