We had only a few days to rest after the Gyüttment gathering when a new project began. A group of 15 international volunteers arrived on the mountain to experience this way of life — working with their hands, with wood, earth, and food. They worked in three rotating teams, trying themselves in building, garden care, and kitchen work.
We built a compost toilet with walls woven from cornel branches, a firewood shelter where they carved strong wooden joints, and they used their imagination to design an outdoor shower.
We harvested the last gifts of the garden, which the kitchen team turned into warm meals or preserved and fermented for the winter.
The garden was covered with manure and straw, gently prepared for its winter sleep.
Alongside physical and creative work, we practiced working together as a group, where acceptance and shared agreement returned to the table each day. I wanted these experiences to be lived with deeper presence, so we began our mornings with meditation. We talked about life and how it is felt and lived.
Using the last bright days of sunlight, I shaped a terraced garden around the yurt. From walnut branches I made a large garden gate, and from willow twigs, a basket. Time moved slowly and deeply, turning us inward. Then the first snow fell. The mountain felt like a fairy tale.
Long walks, hours of reading, quiet moments watching the fire, working with clay, dancing, and candle making filled our days.
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