Genesis
From 1987 to 1990 I lived at what is now called Genesis, but was then referred to as "Janice's", i.e. the B&B I ran during those years, after Jonathan and Karen Caddy moved out of
Coming to Findhorn
When I was young I had had mythical experiences, but had put them aside as I moved into my teens and got deeply involved in sports and the other usual pursuits young men. This continued
My Transformative Journey towards Reconnecting with My Soul
I was 33 when I went to Findhorn in 1984, and stayed for five years. Although the people I met and the departments I worked at were important to my growth, my main journey was
Islands of Calm Meditation Started in 2020 Lockdown Continues
This story describes how the Islands of Calm Meditation arose to serve the spiritual ecovillage Findhorn during the pandemic lockdown. A group of us continue meditating together on a weekly basis, via Zoom, with
The Flash of the Phoenix (Mosaic) Tale: Responses to Findhorn Lockdown Policies
When the law suddenly restricts your usual routines to connect with other people, your physical workouts and your access to entertainments, sports and creative expression – what are you going to do? In the
Appreciating Meta-Findhorn 2019 Challenge Transformational Path
In 2019, I issued a Climate-Challenge (cChallenge) to Meta-Findhorn (my name for the larger Findhorn community) for 30 people to select and practise change that could contribute to climate resilience for 30 days. See the
Hearing about Findhorn for the first time
Blackpool pals before Findhorn, summer 1968, Carly, Matthew, Mik. Early Spring 1970 my friends and I in Blackpool, Lancashire were wondering where our pal Ian was. We knew he’d gone to Scotland to
Some Experiences of the Mystery School
In the early 1980s I was living in Chicago but beginning to feel that my life needed to take a different direction. At around this time I found a small article about Eileen Caddy in
A personal message in the Central Garden
I did my Experience Week at the end of January 1977. One day I was walking from the Park building through the Central Garden and as I came abreast of the large pine tree by
Glamour goes down in feathers
Or 'How glamour gasped its last breath' The innumerable community meetings held in the Hall in the early ‘80s trained us in patience, listening, practising decision-making by consensus and promulgating what sometimes was suspiciously like
