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  LETTER 

      october 2006   



sightings
meet: Mariam
from the spiritual director
from the web editor




It's full sunflower season now. Quan Yin can barely see over them.



On the mesa the fat deer bounce through the lush and drying grass.



Across most of the hill road a snake warms itself. Please move. It climbs a little tree.



There's a new sweat lodge down toward the barn, made during the Meeting of the Ways to replace the one washed away in the summer floods.



Azima's house is well underway.  
Mid-month, the donkeys have a house tour.



By month's end the walls are higher.  Here Azima looks at the fireplace site.




Adobes dry.



The meditation room's window is the first one to have its lintel set.



Next door, Hayra Nur's tiny place is almost, almost ready to start living in. Pretty soon.



Down the hill, Mariam stayed in the Adobe of the Message for a few days of individual retreat.  



You could, too.


There are more photos,  contributed by Peter, Vakila, Shabda and Rashad, to be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/sufisight/   Plus some new ones from Sky.
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meet:  Mariam Weidner
 



When Sophia Shunny invited me to come and visit her in Silver City, I had no idea it would initiate a major change in my life.  I had visited New Mexico many times, but never had come as far south as Silver City. So in March of ’06, while in the midst of grieving the passing of my father, I decided to take Sophia up on her invitation.  By the morning of the third day of this visit, I decided to move to SC.

This was not a decision based on rational analysis of regional weather patterns or the area’s natural resources.  It was soul-y based on the energy I felt in and around SC.  So 4 ½ months later, I left the northern Kentucky/Cincinnati area where I had lived most of my 54 years and moved to Silver City, arriving just in time for the Southwest Sufi Camp in early August. Before the end of the week, I was in love with the SSC – both the land and the people I met there.

But I guess you could say my journey to Silver City really started three years before this, when, after quitting my job of 18 years in corporate America, I traveled to Scotland for Saadi & Kamae’s Summer Institute. This is where I became immersed in Sufism, where I first met Sophia, Hayra Nur, and a man from California by the name of Matin Mize for whom I felt an instant attraction. The rest, as they say, is history!

I look forward to sharing this ‘land of enchantment’ with visiting family and friends, especially my daughter, who lives in Virginia, and my son, from Kentucky. I anticipate enjoying many days here touched by the warmth of the sun, magnificent vistas, and the people of this beautiful land.



from the spiritual director
Dear Ones,

This poem came while I was running the adobe machine for my house:

Making Bricks

We mix
Clay, sand, a little cement
Put it in the machine
Subject it to intense pressure
>From two directions
Out come adobe blocks
Smooth and strong
One after another
Like beads on a tasbih
We use them
To build a small house
Beautiful and strong
For the benefit of a community

Life mixes in me
Earth, water, fire, air, ether
Subjects me to intense pressure
>From four directions
Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual
Out comes a stronger Self
Love uses me
As one building block
To help build a community
Beautiful and strong
For the benefit of all beings

With all love, Azima




from the web editor

RE: animal life:  this is my cat, Fonder --as in 'absence makes the heart grow, Fonder.'

 He's 11.  Plenty of attitide.

He disappeared from my too unfinished house on the last night of Southwest Sufi Camp, into the big dark coyote-filled, owl-haunted wilderness. Where he doesn't belong, true, but ... he's my cat.

Nine (9) days later he came back. Skinnier, a little chewed on, attitude somewhat dimmed. Nine days! We figure he'd been chased off and worked over by the stray cat that's been around for almost a year, who was also probably scared out of its territory (the tool shed, the barn, wherever) by all the people.

I'd given up hope. What little New Jersey cat could stay alive out here for all that time? But there he was, back inside the sideless structure he'd left.

I don't know what he learned from the experience, but I'm sure that if I'd called on Allah as wholeheartedly as I kitty-kitty-kittied for nine days I'd be sitting in the lap of enlightenment right this minute.

Humbled and grateful, once more,
Hayra Nur

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