“ It is this living example of the art of living well in harmony with the land and creating inner harmony in doing so that I find so inspiring “
Satish Kumar writes about Provision, inspired by his visit last November. We are moved by this article that appeared in the July/August edition of the Resurgence & Ecologist Magazine. Click here to read the full article.
Here below you can read Robyn’s memories.
Last November a miracle happened in our village. Several miracles, really, and all on the same day…. One of them was not a surprise, in fact, we had been planning it for some time with our friends Ivo and Lily (Transylvania Retreat Center), and with representatives from Schumacher College and, Schumacher Alumni including Li An Phoa who started this organisation, among others (Spring College, Drinkable Rivers). Our mission together was to prepare the way for a pilgrimage and gathering in which June Mitchell and Satish Kumar as our honoured leaders would take part. It was decided that Alunisu/Magyarokereke was to be the final destination for the pilgrimage and for that evening that Provision (with the help of our friends Melinda Vincze-Nemet and Erica Szocs-Boruss) would provide a dinner for the whole village plus all the “Schumis” – everyone included.
On the morning of the big feast-to-be, as I was gathering all that would be needed for our dinner in the old village schoolhouse, I heard a very loud CRACK, somewhat close by to our house. I looked around, but saw nothing. I listened and there was no noise, so resumed my preparations. On my way into the village, I noticed only one hose in the orchard/garden where there should have been two. Feeling nervous. Looking more. To no avail. Continued my work. Came back with friends to look. Still only one horse. 20 minutes had passed since the original crash. I looked down, which is not a natural direction in which to look for a horse, and I saw him — in the well. Our beautiful young horse had fallen into the well. The noise I had heard were the old beams covering the hole giving way to his weight.
I panicked, pure and outright. All I knew was to cry for help. Hearts beating fast, we all began calling, in the street, on the telephone, everyone we could think of.
And this is where the miracle began: people started gathering; first a trickle and then more and more. Neighbors, friends, regional government workers and officials, the fire brigade. Everyone was involved, and all with a single purpose: to get that horse out of the well!
The horse, meanwhile, seemed OK. He was shivering from the cold, but he was calm. Every now and then he would make another futile attempt to get out of his situation by bracing his hooves against the large stones. And then he would fall back into the water, which, luckily, was not very deep, built up as it was with debris.
Everyone tried everything. With ropes, with chains, with digging, with boards. Nothing worked. Finally, someone called the fig farmer to come with a machine pulley. Within moments he arrived. Within moments the horse was up on the ground again.
He played down for a moment then noticed there was some grass close by and began nibbling on it. After that was gone he made a move to get up. Everybody held breath while looking, asking, wondering “Is he OK?” “Will he get up?” “Is anything broken?” He got up, walked to the nearest patch of grass and began eating. Breathing a collective sign of relief, some cheers and applauded and began hugging one another. I kept crying, now my tears ones of gratitude; not only for the horse, but for the entire scene; for all the people who came together with the intention to help.
That evening, with Satish, June and many of our village community present, a speech came pouring out of my heart and through my words. It was about our beautiful and noble planet who, like a horse that has fallen in a well, needs ALL OF US to come together with all of our wishes to help and all of our ideas and willingness to figure out how to approach the situation efficiently and collaboratively. I had just experienced, on a small scale, how this IS POSSIBLE. Gaia, I found myself saying, needs our focused attention as a global community now.
Eight months later, this article was published by Satish in the Resurgence & Ecologist Magazine. He said to me that very night, when we all were together as one microcosm of global community, that it was a “good speech.” He also inquired into the minute details about my method for cooking the beans that were on the table for our nourishment. They were, like so many things that happened that day, delicious. Here in the heart of this village, we are still now metabolising the miracles that occurred when the Schumis came as pilgrims to this place.