Easter Moving In
Easter is as good a time as any to be welcomed back by the Abbess into the bustling halls of the Abbey. With the energy of alchemy in the air, she directs the travellers here, some who will stay on.
My room this time has been left by an ancient wise scholar, Aurora von Morgen, who studied the laws of nature. The walls of the space are lined with books of every kind on this subject, which it’s learned occupant worked on for years.
What secrets would she tell? I wondered, as I unpacked my things, the Easter sunlight shining through the gauze curtain. Birds sang around the Abbey Fountain, and in the courtyard below, constant footsteps could be heard over the cobblestones, of travellers coming and going.
The path leading to the upstairs cloister was lined with large white hibiscus, with pink shadings. I took a photograph of them to capture their beauty, and study them later on.
(copyright Imogen Crest 2007.)