Here you’ll find many tales – of course you will: this category encompasses the written word in all its forms.
The Findhorn Garden Story has captured the imagination of many people ever since Peter Caddy started to talk about it during his travels around the UK in 1965. This post tells the story of the
I wrote this poem for the Taize service in the Universal Hall on Easter Sunday 2025.
I had the challenge and joy to help create a perennial diary based on guidance received by Eileen Caddy. This resulted in Opening Doors Within being published by Findhorn Press in 1986. The following is
March 6th is World Book Day and this set me thinking about ‘Findhorn’ and the incredible collection of related books and magazines that have come out of this Community since the 1960s...
This is the story of Matthew Ingram’s visit to the Ecovillage Findhorn in 2023. He came to do research for his latest book The Garden: Visionary Growers and Farmers of the Counterculture which chronicles how a generation influenced by psychedelics, Eastern philosophy, and reactions to Vietnam, the Oil Shocks, and DDT became interested in sustainable growing and farming. The book contains a chapter about what happened when the hippies came to Findhorn.
My name is Carolin, and I have been living in Findhorn for the past five years, taking on various roles - from managing the GEN office to organizing musical retreats with community musician Barbara Swetina
Please accept this present to honour and celebrate the Festival of Light that is taking place in many cultures and traditions during this special time of the year. “The Promise of Light” was created at Findhorn in December 1985 and shared at the Christmas Eve gathering in the Universal Hall.
Once upon a time ... a tale of self-perception, I wrote this story over 30 years ago. Having taught many workshops about Manifestation, this is a different way of expressing some of those learnings. The
Deeper Mystery Drop away Let go Let the fingers of your mind and expectations relax and release their hold. Just turn away. There is a deeper mystery at the heart of things that is calling
I was at the end of a rope At the bottom of some cliffs At Primrose Bay. “It’s an easy climb,” they said, And I said, “Fine. I can do it. I’ve climbed before.” The
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Came to join the Findhorn Foundation in 1973. Born in Scotland, grew up in Lesotho, educated in South Africa. Still lives in the Findhorn Community.
