Ingka ChartersI don’t quite remember how it was that I came to Baba..it was a very quiet, gentle awakening...
...I am an artist, observant and my eyes work even when my hands do not...a way of life and being, something I have done all my life... |
could not do anything else..I wrote one good essay once in school in Germany in the fifties...I have drawn and written ever since and made ceramics I sold in the local pannier market when my husband got ill... so how was it then that having been friends with a Baba lover for over 20 years did I not notice Baba’s pictures in her house? Suddenly I noticed one, then another and another...I saw Baba everywhere! She gave me a tiny picture of Him and I talked to Him, laughed with Him and asked His counsel...a relevant saying is that when the student is ready, the master appears...and so it was with me...it’s a slow and steady growing, questioning and learning to listen and hear process, interlaced with tears of frustration and joy...
I was born in a small town in East Friesland in Northern Germany, a beautiful flatland a metre below sea level, a land with huge horizons, moody skies and windswept trees where people talked to one another, where a deal in the local market was sealed with a handshake. A good place to come from...the Friesians are a hardy lot, not afraid of hard work and loyal to a fault...once a Friesian is your friend he is your friend, no matter what... So the girl with the long plaited pigtails who wore wooden clogs to school in Ostfriesland just after WW2 grew up to go to Art School and Uni In London, England, established her Design Practice and raised her family in Toronto now lives in wild and beautiful North Devon, a world citizen in progress still who has become a Babalover and is guided by Him...and her motto is: each day I am at the beginning... |
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