Iris of Claresholm
“As an isolated Baha’i, I believe that I’ve been stationed at this place, on this acreage for a reason. I believe in destiny. Years ago, I dreamt that my deceased father came to me and guided me to this place with his words. In that dream, behind him were these rolling hills. Then, many years later, when I was touring this house and thinking about buying a place of this sort, I looked out the window and there they were – those same hills I saw in the distance behind my father in my dream,” Iris says.
Her face glowed with wonderment.
“Then, when I saw irises painted on this mirror,” she pointed to it, “and irises as ornaments throughout the house, I thought, yes, this is my house,” she says.
Iris’s life these days is still surrounded by wonderments. Her husband, Heinz, is a soft-spoken, gentle soul who loves his wife and his environment. We could tell by his body language and his kind eyes. Their little oasis sits among hectares of grain fields and is handled with care. They have a fragrant flower garden, several fruit trees, and a practical vegetable greenhouse.
Our new friend was surprised to learn that another isolated Baha’i was located in a small town named Carmangay, just northeast of her. She expresses the initiative to introduce herself to him and set up a visit.
In the meantime, Iris keeps busy with her community and has introduced herself to many of the town folk through her position as a caregiver to several handicap persons.
“The best of men are they that earn a livelihood by their calling and spend upon themselves and upon their kindred for the love of God, the Lord of all worlds.” Bahá’u’lláh, The Hidden Words, Persian No. 82
Susan, Iris and Heinz
Frank, Iris and Heinz