In the realm of grey skies and cool air, lies a place,
And surrounded by woodland there is a house
And in it some people live.
Known as the Newbolders
They are reknown by their kindness
And total acceptance of anybody visiting,
Be it for a day, for a week, for a month, for years…
Through them a permeating peacefulness radiates
To everybody around
And you get embedded in it
Feeling at peace, at ease and relaxed
They hold the space and they co-create the atmosphere
For the enjoyment of all the people visiting.
I have been there for a little while
And I have been embedded in its caring dynamics
And now I have to leave, leaving behind this place,
Leaving behind its peacefulness and acceptance
But taking a part of it in my heart
So those qualities form part of my being.
I cannot say I feel sad in this hour of my leaving,
I cannot say I feel happy in my leaving either.
Strange as I am, I feel a sense of completeness,
I have fully given myself
And I have fully received the essence of the place in myself.
So there is neither sadness nor happiness,
Nor any regrets of not having done something
Or of having done something,
Just the contentment of having fully partaken in the sacred dance
Of giving and receiving with an open heart.
And out of this sense of completeness
Comes a flow of gratitude for having been in this place,
Gratitude to each one of the people inhabiting this house
Expressing in their unique ways its qualities,
Gratitude for accepting me to participate
In the multicolour, multifaceted kaleidoscope they form,
Transmitting its beauty to the place.
To all of them, those who were in the past,
Those who are now living and I have met them,
And those who will be in the future
Goes my gratitude for making possible and holding
The beauty of this place
With their open hearts
To Allan, Andrea, Bas, Bruna, Ceri, Christopher, David, Deborah, Emma, Heather, Judith, Julie, Kristy, Martin, Michael, Paul, Rita, Seth, Sylvia, Ulrike, Victor…. And to all the local volunteers!!!