Living and Learning at Heathcote

Living at Heathcote has been an adventure, like taking a trip across country, it is character building, and evocative of the better world our hearts know is possible. By no means a utopia, you may want to bring your compassion helmet. If you have a lot of ego, living in a community is not for you. However, if you are capable of living amongst others, all of whom share a common vision, but all of whom have their own opinions as to how we should get there, then be prepared to be challenged, consumed, and carried away by life in this amazing place.

As an intern, the point of me coming and living here was to learn. As an amature scholar of various subjects, such as history, philosophy, psychology, economy, education, polity, etc. I have learned a lot on my own since graduating from public school. Seven years later, after living here at Heathcote, I can tell you that my accumulative learning has doubled just in the three months that I have been here.

Why is this the case? For one thing, they have an abundance of books, and Karen, the person who I first heard about Heathcote from, has been generous enough to lend me some of hers as well. But more than that, the people here, including Betsy, the gardener, and Bob, the carpenter, have been instructive in their fields to show me the benefits of creating life, and using life to create art.

Truly, life, in all of its manifestations, is an art, and the art of living, while still on the horizon, has not been lost on the people here at Heathcote. Nonetheless, there is no doubt that there is still much to be learned by all; and indeed, life is a continuous learning process, but with the help of places like this, I believe the harmonious process of learning how to live can and will be manifest.

Probably my favorite moments have been those spent alone in nature. The fact that the land has been preserved the way that it has is a godsend. Without places like this, the potential for human experience to go out into the wilderness and explore the deepest reaches of the soul will be forever lost. Pray, therefore, that more land becomes placed into trusterty, as Borsodi put it, so that future generations may come to understand what past generations took for granted: I am the world and the world is me.

By Mattrick Holbert

Mattrick was an intern at Heathcote from September to December, 2014.