March 20, 2016, Prescott- I had the good fortune, this weekend, of being in two amazing places, locally. The first was Chapel Rock Conference Center, of which more in a coming post.
Today being Naw-Ruz, the first day of the Baha’i calendar, as well as an ancient Persian cultural festival (which used to last twelve days, I’m told, in the time of Zoroastrianism), I focus now on our community’s local celebration.
It was held, on this glorious afternoon, at the self-built home of two amazingly inventive and eclectic people, who I have been honoured to call friends, for over twenty years. Each time I visit here, there are new items either added to the house, inside or out, or in the works, in one studio or another.
When we sat for the devotional part of our celebration, the hostess was asked whether recorded music would be part of the program. She said “No”, and at that moment, the house itself began its music- in the form of three sets of wind chimes taking turns.
The chimes were not overly clangy, which would have not set a good mood, but gently interspersed our readings. Afterwards, we had a light meal, which sufficed this one’s appetite for the rest of the day. Some days are just meant for one meal, supported by snacks.
Here are some scenes of this lovely home, atop a bucolic hill.

Yard art, Prescott

The Seven “S’es” of Naw-Ruz
(See my next post, for a detailed description of this elegant holiday arrangement.)
Here are a couple of the reasons my friends were drawn here, in the first place. Note the embedded iron ring, atop the crag.
So, another fine year has begun for us Baha’is. I wish all my friends north of the Equator a lovely Spring, and all to the south, a bountiful Fall.
How delightful that the house provided gentle background music for your program. The one chime that you show looks as if it may have come from Arcosanti — did they all?
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I believe most came from Arcosanti. The couple have also brought wind chimes back from Santa Fe, or Abiquiu, and possibly one came from their visit to the Oregon coast, a few years aback.
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The photos are awesome. I loved the 2nd one more.
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That photo does have a splendid air about it.
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Happy Naw Ruz! Sing! For the Glory of God has come! I won’t sing though for reasons beyond my control! 🙂
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I have self-imposed limits on my singing, for similar reasons. 🙂
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Hahaha! When I’m alone though, you should hear me…or maybe you shouldn’t!
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What a wonderful respite your hosts provided for their fellow Baha’i!
Frontier crag and ring sound sound like they must have an interesting story behind them.
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Frontier Crag goes back to the 1870’s, when Prescott was a fledgling town, albeit full of gold fever. The Crag was a far northern outpost for the settlers, at a time when the indigenous Yavapai were none too sure they wanted new neighbours in what was to become Williamson Valley.
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You pain a rich picture succinctly!
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