By Dillard K. Henderson, QH’s Poet Laureate

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Sonnet Number Fifty
 
All in one flowing moment free from time,
I sat upon a mighty mountainside
Beneath great metal booming wind-blown chimes
Above Zen terraced gardens with my guide.
I saw below, beyond the knoll and stream, 
Another mountain breath and undulate.
Awaking slowly from delusion’s dream,
I entered then a much more mindful state.
Then beauty’s beings, radiant as suns,
Each sang her sacred spirit song to me.
The spirit world and this one too were one.
The moon arose, and I began to see.
I heard all music, then, in but one chime
And knew forever, then, in Earthly time.
 

Larrance Fingerhut’s “Auguries” with idea by Ladybelle Fiske

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L. Fingerhut’s beautiful “Auguries:– Blake’s Auguries of Innocence combined with Pachelbel’s Canon.
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To hear this piece, check out Quarry Hill Creative Center on Facebook and the link is playable there,

Peace, My Heart

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Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.

 
Sent to us by the Middlebury Quakers regarding Barbara’s death. A beautiful poem and very much like the actual passing…

Barbara Hall Fiske Calhoun (Isabelle Calhoun) dies on April 28, 2014, in Hartford (WRJ) VT.

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Originally posted on The Moon Seen In Water:Quarry Hill Creative Center's Blog!:

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Barbara died in the Brookside Nursing Home in White River Junction, VT. on Monday, April 28, 2014. She was 94, and was the guiding light and co-creator of Quarry Hill, VT’s oldest extant alternative community or “commune.”  For many years she and Irving Fiske welcomed free-spirited and artistic people to their 140 acres in the mountains of Vermont.  “They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain,” she sometimes quoted from the Bible. She also said, “Art is Prayer.” Barbara was a Quaker and a gathering to celebrate her  life, perhaps in September, is planned with the Middlebury Friends Meeting in Middlebury VT. Her ashes will be scattered at Quarry Hill, with those of her 2nd husband, Dr. Donald Calhoun, who predeceased her in 2009. She is survived by her daughter, Isabella Fiske McFarlin (Ladybelle), son in law Brion McFarlin, grandchildren Joya Lonsdale and her husband Brem…

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www.vpr.net QH on Vermont Public Radio

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http://digital.vpr.net/post/paradise-souls-legacy-quarry-hill-commune

After Barbara Hall Fiske Calhoun’s death, much media interest arose surrounding her life and the community she helped to create. Vermont Public Radio, the local affiliate of NPR, was kind enough to do this 11- minute interview with Ladybelle (Isabella) Fiske McFarlin.  It is brief, and inevitably there are things one would like to have clarified more fully, but it is a very kindly and warm point of view on a place and vision that shocked Vermonters to the core when it first arrived in Vermont in 1946 and later, when the “Hippies” arrived and formed it into a more communal version of itself (it had been seen by Irv and Barb as an artists’ and writers’ community, open to all who were willing to be peaceable, never strike or demean children, and not hunt or fish. Some have asked me (Ladybelle), if others were allowed, how then was it an artist’s community?  I think what Irving would have said– and most likely Barbara, too– would be that there is a great capacity for art and literature, music, and all the arts in each of us. This is sadly suppressed by our parents and schooling when we are young and we grow up seeing ourselves as not creative, not valuable, and not worthwhile. One of the magic qualities of Quarry Hill was, and  I hope, is, that it was able to draw forth the creative powers in every person who happened to walk up the driveway– and to help each to see the life they were in the process of living as a work of art.  Their own value became clear to them as they lived with us and found that “Being” was considered more important than “Doing,” though the artistic work involved in “Doing” was immensely praised and treasured. We are our own work of art… and our lives are our masterpiece, our magnum opus..

 

– Ladybelle Fiske

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Quarry Hill on Vermont Public Radio

http://digital.vpr.net/post/paradise-souls-legacy-quarry-hill-commune

After Barbara Hall Fiske Calhoun’s death, much media interest arose surrounding her life and the community she helped to create. Vermont Public Radio, the local affiliate of NPR, was kind enough to do this 11- minute interview with Ladybelle (Isabella) Fiske McFarlin.  It is brief, and inevitably there are things one would like to have clarified more fully, but it is a very kindly and warm point of view on a place and vision that shocked Vermonters to the core when it first arrived in Vermont in 1946 and later, when the “Hippies” arrived and formed it into a more communal version of itself (it had been seen by Irv and Barb as an artists’ and writers’ community, open to all who were willing to be peaceable, never strike or demean children, and not hunt or fish. Some have asked me (Ladybelle), if others were allowed, how then was it an artist’s community?  I think what Irving would have said– and most likely Barbara, too– would be that there is a great capacity for art and literature, music, and all the arts in each of us. This is sadly suppressed by our parents and schooling when we are young and we grow up seeing ourselves as not creative, not valuable, and not worthwhile. One of the magic qualities of Quarry Hill was, and  I hope, is, that it was able to draw forth the creative powers in every person who happened to walk up the driveway– and to help each to see the life they were in the process of living as a work of art.  Their own value became clear to them as they lived with us and found that “Being” was considered more important than “Doing,” though the artistic work involved in “Doing” was immensely praised and treasured. We are our own work of art… and our lives are our masterpiece, our magnum opus..

 

– Ladybelle Fiske