The Future
The Future Eileen always asked: Why are you here? If you’re here for community, it’s the wrong place. If you’re here for the ecovillage or education, it’s the wrong place. But if you’re here
Building Bridges Initiative
BUILDING BRIDGES INITIATIVE In 2009, in response to an emerging impulse from many quarters, the Findhorn Foundation created a vibrant new team to consciously build bridges with as wide a spectrum of people and organisations
Future of Findhorn
Future of Findhorn It WILL be a City of Light. I see it stretching out into the surrounding areas. You can already see the area filling up with like-minded people. I’ve seen it in
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Hands and Heart
Hands and Heart The hearts & hands of the guests are the rosary we follow; & the mala of days & seasons, to plane & polish us, into tools for a loving god to
May 9th, 2022: The Findhorn Foundation’s 50th Birthday
On 9 May 1972 the Findhorn Foundation became a registered trust, and this was honoured with an event in the Universal Hall, including a meditation, cake and bubbly, plus a viewing of the Mainly Magnus
On Congruency and Gratitude
Trees, Trees and More Trees On congruency and gratitude – a practical lesson from nature Using Co-Creative Science I asked nature to step into a teacher role for me. One day the gravel patch
St Barbe’s Wood
Trees, Trees and More Trees ST BARBE'S WOOD Richard St Barbe Baker, the Man of the Trees, visited the community frequently in the 70s. He brought in a major source of knowledge about trees. Jonathan
Attunement to Nature
THE GARDENS THEN AND NOW Attunement to Nature When I arrived in 1979 I had almost no training in gardening at all. My professional background was in forestry and I knew little about carrots
Peter asked for gardeners
IN THE BEGINNING WERE THE GARDENS Peter asked for gardeners I came on a motorcycle from Blackpool with a friend in 1971; we were professional gardeners and Peter had asked us to come. It was
