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Love is all Around

Greetings!


With the start of the Lent and Ramadan seasons, this is a good time to explore love in our lives--as a state of being and a cosmic force.


How can we connect with the reality of love?



With appreciation,

your friends at Camp Caravan

"My deep wish is to submit entirely to an inner voice, the feeling of the divine, of the sacred in me. I know that a higher energy--what religions call God--is within me. It will appear if the mind and the body are truly related. God is here when two forces are opposed and a third unites them. We can ask for help in order to unite these forces in us. We can say, 'Lord, have mercy,' in order to Be." Mme. De Salzmann, Reality of Being

Open Work Days-upcoming

We invite you to join three Open Work Days. On Saturday, March 21, April 18, and May 16, we gather for a full day of inner and outer Work together.


Open Work Days begin with a guided Morning Exercise at 7:30 a.m. and continue on with breakfast and the presentation of the day's inner work.


Practical work on the property is part of the day, and there is something useful for everyone, no matter what your age or fitness level. Bring clothes suitable for outdoor and indoor projects.


Whether lending your presence by watching, or joining in the rows, participate in Gurdjieff Movements. This is followed by lunch, sometimes a session in the arts, and a meeting to share our observations. The day ends mid-afternoon.



There is no fee for Open Work Days, although donations and contributions to cover food costs are always welcome.


Accommodations are usually available for those coming from a distance who let us know in advance. To reserve your place at a Work Day, please contact the Registrar.

Victor Richard Garbarini



Tribute by Roberta Chromey


Vic, my Sherborne II classmate and enduring friend, was born in the Bronx on March 4, 1949. He died February 7, 2026 of pneumonia and cancer at Inova Hospital in northern Virginia. His long-time partner, Kate Dromboski, her sister Carole, and his sister Joanne were at his bedside.


I will remember Vic for his wit, humor, and entertaining stories, many of which were of the famous musicians he met and interviewed. He was editor of Musician magazine and wrote for Rolling Stone and many publications. His interview with Paul McCartney was especially memorable.


Victor was much more than just a lovable character. The following excerpt from Real People, my memoir of the Basic Course, reveals a glimpse of his inner life. It took place as we gathered in the Horse Parlor at Sherborne House on December 16, 1972, for observations on the theme of the week, which was Reversal of the Flow of Forces: 


Victor, with his radio-announcer baritone and congenial presence, spoke up first, and as usual, at great length. Tonight, he didn’t spin a tale with a humorous punch line. He talked about having felt something percolating inside for several weeks which he’d tried to describe previously, but was unable. 

 

“It felt like something inside was trying to reset but I was blocking it with my body and my mind, afraid to trust it. But I stayed with it. Finally, during hermeneutics class, I felt something in my body was set right,” Victor explained. “Then, during Movements class, Pierre introduced a new Movement and said it was quite difficult. I almost laughed, because it seemed so easy. My body just did it.” (Victor was known for his irreverent humor, not his nimble body.) “This energy seems to come from behind and through me, as if ‘Victor’ is transparent, he continued. “It’s not mine, it belongs to everybody.”


Mr. Bennett asked gently, “And how do you tie this in with this week’s Theme?” Victor considered for a moment and replied, “It’s not like I’m reversing the flow of forces—I don’t turn anything around; what’s needed is to get out of the way so something can come through.



Mr. B nodded, “Yes, that is it. We consent to it, we don’t ‘do’ it—reverse the flow. It’s when we open and allow something inside ourselves to flow—it needs to come from Wish.”


Victor’s passing seems to have come from that place. Even as he was losing consciousness, I understand he was thanking each nurse or technician as they attended him, allowing something to flow. 


Kate Dombroski texted: “Vic passed into the Light Saturday morning at 4:59 am. He was profoundly peaceful.” You can reach Kate via her Facebook page.


Here is another version of Vic's Kesdjan Blues, sent to us by Kip Page, that Vic wrote at Sherborne to the tune, "Love is All Round" by the Troggs.

Kesdjan Blues


Verse one (and chorus)


I’m sensing in my fingers,

I’m sensing in my toes.

Sensation’s all around me,

My Kesdjan Body grows


(Verses continue with chorus in between each)


I know I’m sensing, I always do,

And I hold my breath, 'til I’m turning blue

There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end,

And after meditation my legs won’t bend!


And when I learn a movement,

It takes me several days.

Cause each and every teacher,

Teaches it several ways.






I’m late again for the reading,

So through the door I creep,

I don’t know why I bother,

I always fall asleep!


I know I’m sensing, I always do,

And I hold my breath, 'til I’m turning blue

There’s no beginning, there’ll be no end,

And after meditation my legs won’t bend!


I’m sensing in my fingers,

I’m sensing in my toes.

Sensation’s all around me,

My Kesdjan Body grows

Love is all around


Enjoy this traditional South African song, with a modern arrangement by Bongani Magatyana. Entitled "Ilanga," or "Sun" it's a wedding song of the Xhosa people, sung in the Bantu language.

"I remember the day I gave myself to you. We were sitting together and walking together. I was holding your hand. I gave myself to you."

Compuser, Bongani Magatyana

Love

by David Kherdian


Love is everywhere

passing in between

and through everything

but invisible

its feeling hard to hold

and often unrecognizable

for what it is

and like time it doesn’t stand still

but moves unpossessed,

yet we can direct it from ourselves

to another

knowing it is not ours

but can pass through us

voluntarily, with intention

if we choose,

leaving us with its residue,

a fingerprint in time.


Sonnet 130

by William Shakespeare


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

  As any she belied with false compare.


On Love


by A.R. Orage (excerpt from On Love, and other Essays)


"The conscious love motive, in it developed state, is the wish that the object should arrive at its own native perfection, regardless of the consequences to the lover. 'So she become perfectly herself, what matter I?' says the conscious lover. And the paradox of the attitude is that such love always evokes a similar attitude in its object."


2026 All & Everything International Humanities Conference

in Montreal, Canada and Online


Wednesday, October 14 at 1 p.m. through Sunday, October 18 at noon


Location details to be announced. View more at the website


Submit art proposals or first drafts of papers by April 1, 2026.


Submit work here.


Camp Caravan Book Club


Our next Zoom meeting is Thursday, March 12 at 7:30 p.m.

EST. If you haven't attended previously, please contact the registrar.


Please bring ideas for selecting the next book for our club.


For our March meeting, we will cover chapters 94-101 of I am That: Talks with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj..


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