The Phoenix Waldorf School Hawzien Finks Foundation Ethiopia

This is a school I referred to in one of the first blogs after meeting Dr. Atsbaha Gebre-Selassie.
As I was to fly home from Ethiopia, I took the opportunity to go to Hawzien and I am so glad I did. Maybe Hawzien was a high light in the whole journey or maybe it was that I had to experience a special ending and blessing on this journey to date.
Hawzien was bombed and turned into rubble and in this rubble a school arose - The Phoenix - Finks Foundation. Dr. Gebre- Selassie had been involved in Waldorf /Steiner Education in Germany and now began this school.  Everything about this school was beautiful.  Cows grazed on the meadow, children played in the sandpit, and the gardens were scattered with medicinal plants and herbs, fruit trees and other greenery.  The entrance to the school, beautifully  painted in delicate colours and architecturally formed to invite you to enter. The classrooms spacious, well designed even though there were 40 to 50 children in a class.
I was so well looked after by Tsigab - who seemed to be the head of the school and Asqual who performed "Coffee ceremony " for me every morning and every afternoon.
My visit to the St. George (stone carved into the mountain 4th century) Church, the flat stone  bells that were rung to call the priests which in sounding them I discovered were the tones of the TAO in Eurythmy, the opening of the veil curtain for me to reveal the tabernacle - a most humbling and honoured experience especially on this day of St. Michael (the curtains are only drawn for priests on Holy days) and on this day seeing the people with their livestock following, donkeys, cows, sheep and goats all walking to the village for market day and then the pure silver coin which Asqual got me to purchase being transformed by a silver-smith into a beautiful cross for me -  all this on my last day of this journey - ending in buying my very own Ethiopian coffee pot and cups and beautifully woven basket and "hoodie" for the pot.  I hope that last sentence makes sense but that is how it was, and even more, and can maybe describe how special Hawzien is. Natural, Rural, Devotional, Kind and Caring.
Sorry, most regrettably, no pics - by this stage I had no camera and no phone.