Faces of Findhorn – From the Ground Up
Pineridge. A midsummer's day. Sunrise is already tipping the pine trees with pink and gold. A gull flies silently in the high clear sky...
Pineridge. A midsummer's day. Sunrise is already tipping the pine trees with pink and gold. A gull flies silently in the high clear sky...
Impersonating COIF, Sylvia tells the story of our collective autobiography, followed by contributions from the audience, sharing what the Community means to them.
Findhorn was such a foundational piece of my childhood. There were a lot of wonderful people at Findhorn. Two particularly memorable. Many, many years later I found out that one was famous. His name: Burt Lancaster.
Nature was always my primary spiritual teacher. As a National Park Ranger, I saw myself as a bridge, helping people connect with and love the land so they would instinctively protect it
Altogether I worked in Cullerne Gardens for 13 years, pretty much 5 days a week, 6 hours a day, 11 of those years with Fred.
The first time I remember Cullerne was during my Experience Week in 1979. A tour of Cullerne was included in that week, and I was deeply impressed. I joined the Cullerne Garden School and later co-focalised the garden.
The 1988 Orientation Group met up for a 30 year reunion, online and in person, completing with full hearts giving thanks for the many gifts of the last few days and the last three decades.
During a work assignment to RAF Kinloss he was invited to the Foundation, as an exercise in local community relations. He retired in 1974 as a Flight Lieutenant and took up the post of General Secretary in the Foundation.
A Rainbow Bridge Article from Friday 12th December 2008 about Alan's Celebration of Life.
Cally has touched so many people in her decades of living in and around the Community. We have set up this post so that those who want to, can share their memories.