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This “Ice House” (now visible from the expansion of Weston field) is a place of youthful discovery. Before the Weston field expansion, it sat back in the woods, a safe haven for teenage partying in the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and early 90’s. Then its roof rotted and caved in. Four decades of graffiti are etched into its stone walls.


Prior to its use as a place of partying, it is unclear what it was used for. As a part of the Denison estate the house most likely gave life as a spring house or as the local legend has it, an ice house. At any rate, it is an unanswered question. What is needed is a historical architect who can put a time and purpose to this local legend.
In the late 1990’s or early during the start of the new millennium, the college re roofed the building for a new purpose. A Buddhist student discovered the location and, searching for a place of meditation, asked if the house could be restored to provide such a place. B&G put up a new roof and the student used this location for meditation.
Wikipedia states the following about Buddhist meditation:

once the meditator achieves a strong and powerful concentration, his mind is ready to penetrate and gain insight into the ultimate nature of reality, eventually obtaining release from all suffering. The cultivation of mindfulness is essential to mental concentration, which is needed to achieve insight.

Indeed. Euphoric discoveries have been achieved during the thoughtful times inside these stone walls. This ice house is a place that provided life in water. This “Ice House” is a place of many decades of laughter and “insightful” hallucinations. Ah, behold the “poetry of youth”, etched into its stone walls.
This ice house is a place where a young man recently went to achieve Buddhist insight through strong and powerful meditation. What a beautiful and fitting thing for this place.
May the “Ice House” forever be a place of discovery that brings insight into the ultimate nature of reality. “One Drop Zendo” is a fitting sign now etched in wood and hung over the door of this place of insight.

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