Hello from Falkensee (near Berlin). It has been a while since I have reported from my travels.
A short summary of the last two months: in June a group of 19 people dived into the we-space experiment that I had helped to bring into being. We had rented a house in the little town of Findhorn, not far from the sea, in which 11 of us lived. The rest of the group stayed in a B&B close by and joined us for meditations and morning, afternoon and often evening sessions. Basically we practiced for 10 days to feel the ‘we’, ie the group as a whole. Inquiries would go along the line of ‘Can I feel in my body, how the group is doing?, What keeps me from showing up as I would like to?, ‘What is love? and other questions. We prepared the main meals in groups of three, enjoyed free afternoons at the beach or sitting in a cafe and had a very rich and worthwhile time with lots of insights and transformations.
After this and without a real break, I took part in a week long workshop on ‘Communicating with Crystal Consciousness’. Our teacher had brought an amazing amount of crystals all the way from the South of England up to Findhorn and we practiced to feel some of the aspects and vibration of crystals, we learned to clean crystals and how to use them for healing and how to co-operate with them to get in touch with other kingdoms of consciousness such as plants. This is where life gets truly exciting for me when we start to feel how we can enter cooperation with the rest of the universe.
After this kind and rich week, during which I stayed in Cluny, a part of the Findhorn Foundation I had not experienced before, I travelled with my bicycle on the train to Carlisle to stay with a friend and meet Don again. Don and I embarked on another bicycle trip from there, this time along the Hadrian Wall, which has been built by the Emperor Hadrian and his soldiers between 122 and 128 AD to fortify the northern limit of the Roman Empire. From Carlisle we needed about a day to get to the wall which runs from the Solway Firth, north of Carlisle to the west near Newcastle. Our direction was west and eventually north to the tidal island Lindisfarne. For one day we cycled as close to the wall as possible which turned out to be a very hilly ride, as of course the Romans had taken advantage of the hills that were already there as a base for their wall and turrets to have an overview of who was coming. We stayed at a funny campsite/hostel which was managed by the pub across the street, the hostel building being an old church and I was wondering what was underneath the grass we were camping on. Anyway we stayed there for two nights to explore the wall in a bit more detail on foot. On our daytrip we stopped to visit the ruins of one of the milecastles which guarded the gateways through the wall. One of the fascinating facts that we learned there was for me, that the soldiers from each milecastle came from different provinces of the empire. So in one milecastle the soldiers would all or mostly come from Dalmatia, whereas the soldiers in the milecastle a bit further east came from Dacia and the next from Capadocia, it must have been a very multicultural wall. Also the walkers who we met and who were following the long distance footpath along the wall seemed to be fairly multicultural. As we did not really like the constant up and down along the wall we headed more north, although that did not help in getting away from the hills. This is where the Pennine Hills, the backbone of England, runs. But there was one particularly beautiful morning ride through the moors, lots of fun in cycling up and down and having wide views most of the time. I had started this second part of our cycle trip a bit tired (from all that I had experienced in Findhorn?) and although I enjoyed the region we were cycling through and Don’s companionship, cycling became a bit too strenous for me, I needed lots of breaks, days off, etc. and then finally made the decision that I wanted to rest for a longer time. In one of his emails Don had mentioned Lindisfarne, a holy island at the west coast north of Newcastle. We spent our last day there, the island once was home to a famous abbey and still pilgrams visit and stay there, also apparently it is connected to Iona in Scotland where I spent a week last year. After our day on Lindisfarne, we cycled to the next big town with a railway station and I travelled back to Carlisle and Don went back to his UK home. In Carlisle I experienced a few very restful days at my friend’s place. And very soon I was ready to go back to Germany. I chose to travel on the ferry from Newcastle to Amsterdam and then train to Berlin. Some more cycling was involved to get from Newcastle town center to the ferry harbour and from Amsterdam ferry harbour to the train station. Already on the way to the Newcastle ferry I met two cyclists who knew the way and I joined them again on the way to Amsterdam which was helpful and fun.
Now I am enjoying being back in Falkensee where I have a home whenever I need one, in the house of my friends. When I am away they look after my mail and host two bags with my things in the attic and when I feel I need to rest for a while from travelling, I move into one of the guest rooms. This time it feels different, I was really looking forward to stay and rest and not be too active for a while, not even completely sure when and where I want to travel next. I am feeling grateful for being welcome to stay here. And with the current warm and sunny weather I am enjoying the garden, the flowers, the trees and I have some more interaction with the dog of the house. The apple trees are so full that they start to let some of their fruit fall and I collect some the apples to eat in my muesli. From my childhood I am used to harvesting fruit from our own garden and it feels beautiful to me. Until now, mostly when I stayed here between my trips, I was very concentrated on things and people in Berlin, meeting friends there, doctor visits, doing some paper work, buying new outdoor stuff, bringing things to the storage box or getting them from there. It felt a bit like a having to be here for a while and using my time to get ready for the new travel location. I was not really here with my heart. Wondering if this has also to do with a recent insight or discovery that I have a tendency to not sit completely in my bodily base, ie. my pelvis, something keeps me from wanting to really arrive there. In a playful constellation that I held with a friend not so long ago, an insight was that the sitting down in my base has to do with honouring my ancestors, maybe parents first and foremost and then their parents and so on. And what does honouring mean? My current understanding is that it means to acknowledge how they lived their lives and to also see and feel the struggle and difficulties they had to go through and that they inherited from their parents and grandparents and greatgrandparents. So many thanks to Wolfhard and Ulrike in Falkensee for providing me with this physical base in which I am learning to sink in more.