My workshop, Chrystal, is situated right next to the Original Garden, here in the Findhorn Community. We are at 57˚N latitude, which means 'At this latitude the sun is visible for 17 hours, 53 minutes during the summer solstice and 6 hours, 43 minutes during the winter solstice' (wikipedia). It also means it can get quite cold, practically any time of the year, except for a few days when I could wear a light summer dress. In our cold climatic conditions it takes me considerable time and energy to heat up Chrystal to work there. I therefore need to prepare myself and the space, warming up inside, as I warm up Chrystal to make a work of art, singing with the colours of the soul. On this cold autumn day, I had an appointment to speak with one of my Soil Alchemy partners in Northern Iran. Soil Alchemy is our village compost project, the aim of it being transforming all the kitchen waste of the entire village of about 3000 residents to rich and fertile compost. I switched off the heater, brought my work to completion for the day, turned off the light, and left Chrystal for my contact with Aref. By the time I reached my home, Chrystal was resting back in the autumn cold and darkness. | |
understanding each other
When I reached home, in time for my call with Aref, I was shocked to be hung up on the call. 'Something's come up, can't talk to you right now,' read the text on my phone display. I felt a space that was warm and receptive, indeed as divinely creative as Chrystal is to me, closed down. And then came the breathlessness of death. My relationship with Aref died with this missed appointment, with the missed opportunity to communicate truly. I felt I lost a friend and colleague I loved as dearly as my own beloved son.
from death comes life, or |