A Findhorn story for the 60th birthday
It was 1983; we were on vacation in Hawai‘i. My husband handed me a book, The Findhorn Garden. “Here,” he said. “I think you’d like this.” I started to leaf through the book: photographs of
It was 1983; we were on vacation in Hawai‘i. My husband handed me a book, The Findhorn Garden. “Here,” he said. “I think you’d like this.” I started to leaf through the book: photographs of
BUILDING PINERIDGE I came to live at Findhorn with my two children as a long-term guest during 1983-84. I had visited the community several times before and sensed that people perceived as ‘intellectuals’ were perhaps
BEING A FAMILY AT CLUNY I first visited the community in 1979 and a year or two later returned with my two children for a family workshop at Newbold House. I decided to come for