Looking out of my window, as I am reflecting on the past few months on the land, I am in awe of the beauty of our ‘golden October’.
In awe of nature’s color-schemes. The ocean of yellow in the gorse at spring-time gave way to the purple of the heathers in the summer, and now the trees are changing their outfits from green to shades of yellow, gold, red and brown. And bit by bit their leaves dance to the ground to become another layer of soil…
As you might know, our planned camping retreats have not really happened, except for Jenny’s ‘plant day’. But we have had a good camping season and lots of events – mostly around the shelter area on the Green Burial ground.
We ran successful guided tours of the land once a month, and kept up the monthly work-parties.
In regards to the Green Burials – Jamie Bryson is assisting me in taking over the land-based roles released by Will Russel, who has done a great (& patient) job of training & mentoring us. We now have 47 bodies buried in the ground (of the G.B. area). We’ve also had a number of memorial trees planted in the memorial wood – on ashes of deceased ones, placentas of babies, or ‘just’ in memory of a loved one.
Draeyk has done a great job with reviving the ‘Woodland Garden’ – I recommend that you should go and see for yourself, if you can.
Wednesday mornings have become our ‘volunteer mornings’ – for conservation work. Where needed a lot of gorse got cut. We have planted some 60 oak trees and a number of scots-pines, and are still waiting for 150 trees from the woodland trust to be put into the ground this autumn.
Jonathan, on Hinterland’s behalf, has been busy supporting the beginnings of building the new main sanctuary in the Park.
We have started (and by the time you read this – hopefully finished) to run the topper over the regrowth of gorse on open areas. Around the turbines, the Green Burial ground, firebreaks and major tracks, etc, etc. It’s the first time we are doing this in the autumn to see if it could make a difference to the regrowth of the gorse.
Of course, as always there are so many different ongoing tasks essential to the conservation of our beautiful piece of the Earth here, i can’t mention them all. Maybe a small measure could be that we have used almost 200 tree-stakes for ‘tree-care’ over the summer. Some to put new, tall tubes around young trees, some just to replace rotten older stakes.
We never run out of good things to do!
And last but not least: Alan Watson Featherstone’s work with our surveys, and his interest in the tiny creatures which are overlooked more often than not, has given me a renewed appreciation of the incredible abundance and beauty of different life-forms on our small piece of land.
Wishing you all a beautiful autumn and festive season.
Kajedo Wanderer
FHT – Land Manager
31st of October, 2022
Out of the Ashes Story – Callum Bell
Out of the Ashes 2021
A Hinterland Retreat that Made All the Difference
How an FHT retreat workshop impacted the life of a young Scottish lad and how these events provide opportunities for young people to engage with the work of the Park Ecovillage, Findhorn.
This is a story of how the Findhorn Hinterland Trust and in particular its land manager Kajedo Wanderer totally changed my life. In the Winter of 2020, I was writing my dissertation in environmental philosophy in my home-city. The year before that, I was lucky enough to go down a rabbit-hole studying philosophy, environmental humanities and religions in Kyoto, Japan. When I came back to Glasgow in the thick of lockdown, I felt much angst about my life not reflecting what I was writing about, thinking about or dreaming of.
I love Glasgow – but going from exploring the many shrines, temples, forests, and mountains of Japan, to a winter of lockdown living in my childhood bedroom for the first time in five years was a blow. I was flying and then my wings were clipped.
Through my spiritual studies, I was increasingly curious about the idea of ‘manifestation’. I imagined living somewhere more rural. It should have a beach nearby, as the sea calms me down and my ancestors lived on Islay. It should have forests, as that’s where I feel most myself – ‘Callum Bruce Bell’ literally means ‘beautiful dove of the forest’. There should be a strong sense of community – my dormitory during my cherry blossom year in Japan provided me with the most powerful feeling of community I had known, and I needed more of that. I should have the opportunity to immerse myself in the arts wherever I was, because all that is good in my life came from a healthy diet of movies, music and books fed to me by my parents. I wrote all this on a piece of paper and then set it alight.
The next month, my environmental studies led me to the idea of ‘ecovillages’, and a quick Google search made me realise I did not have to leave Scotland to find one. Here was this place, Findhorn, that I somehow had never heard of despite living in Scotland for 22 years. Clicking onto their social media, I saw ‘Out of the Ashes camping retreat with Kajedo Wanderer, with the Findhorn Hinterland Trust’. Perfect! It began in summer, when I planned to travel throughout the UK following my graduation. This was my chance to dive into this place that seemed strangely aligned with everything I was hoping for.
As I arrived in the Park after a journey with four connections, my senses were overloaded with caravans, colourful clothes and houses, and accents from all over the world. Plus, it was a sweltering hot day. Was I still in Scotland? It certainly wasn’t Kansas anyway.
The first person who welcomed me was Kajedo, who is essentially the person who put out the invitation for someone like me to appear at that specific time. I was the only male participant on the Hinterland retreat, and the youngest by a decade or two, but I still felt I fitted in perfectly. Kajedo gave us tours of the Park’s history, of the land’s history, and led us through deep personal sharing’s around the Hinterland campfire.
This was a totally new world for me. I’d been obsessed with spirituality since bingeing Alan Watts YouTube videos at 14, but somehow I barely knew anyone or did anything in the outer world associated with ‘spirituality’. In the sacred space held by Kajedo, I found myself talking about feelings and experiences that I’d mostly kept to myself for years because I knew I would’ve been judged for them in most other settings. The retreat was massively cathartic, and so I jumped at the chance to do Seva (selfless service in Sanskrit) on two more retreats over the following months.
I was gobsmacked hearing about Kajedo’s experiences in the Himalayas and with Native American teachers. The possibilities of what I imagine could happen in my own life began to expand and expand. I’m definitely not the most practical person, but I also got a massive buzz from clumsily starting the campfires and rushing to deliver food and tea to new participants.
At the end of the last retreat, I was sad that I probably wouldn’t be in Findhorn again for a while. Our group stayed on for an extra night and went to ecstatic dance. During a passionate, and (unusual for me at the time) sober dance, my life so far flashed before my eyes in a wave of gratitude as I knelt before a centrepiece which read ‘Art is Life, Life is Art’. Once the dance ended, we sat in a circle and Peter Vallance announced a graduate job that fitted my CV perfectly. Thanks to Kajedo and Hinterland and the Universal Hall, I’m still here over a year later. We’ll see what happens next.
Callum Bell