Peter Caddy was fond of saying that much of his early training was concerned with instilling into him the need to ‘love where you are; love what you’re doing; love who you’re doing it with...

Fast forward through the usual traumatic initiatory rites of community passage, the ubiquitous community calamities and certain pending financial doom, to a quiet and cold, but sunny winter day in an ancient, patiently rusting caravan...

All who come to this centre must understand what they are entering. For the Foundation will always be a centre of pressure, because it is a centre of spiritual experience...

As the years pass since the early days of Findhorn, it is easy to forget that Peter, Eileen and Dorothy had no knowledge of what the future would bring, nor were they attached to personal outcome...

The house was being shaken and the rugs were flapping up on the floorboards. We greeted the Spirits of the Wind and asked them if they could possibly help us to get back onto the mainland, as we needed to return to work in Findhorn...