Catering for Community (1985)
This article was previously published in One Earth magazine Volume 5 Issue 3, in March/April 1985. *** Last September a lively discussion arose in the weekly attunement of the Park kitchen group around the need
From Tree to Carpentry – Creating the New Sanctuary Benches
It was the 12th of April, 2021 when both the Community Centre and Sanctuary, the heart and soul of what is now called the Park Ecovillage Findhorn, went up in flames through an act of
Ecologia: How it Began
The year was 1988. The world was in a state of change, and Gorbachev had brought forth the idea of Perestroika and Glasnost. There was an excitement amongst forward thinkers that peace and connectedness with
My Generation – Sharing and caring (chapter 14)
A group of individuals who act and share together create strength and release knowledge surpassing the contribution of any single member.
My Generation – ‘Smell of the greasepaint’ (chapter 13)
A moment of grandeur comes to everyone when they act out of their humanness without need for acceptance, exhibitionism or applause. An audience knows this and responds accordingly.
My Generation – People who know how to live (chapter 12)
I dreamed a dream a long time ago about people who know how to live, their words and their deeds were simple and true and their love they most willingly give.
My Generation – Finding community in Autumn 1970 (chapter 11)
What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding.
Homage to the Universal Hall and Prayer (2020)
I made this film in 2020 as the Community was celebrating its 58th Birthday and I was celebrating my 52nd. I had just taken a voluntary redundancy from my role as Theatre Arts Worker at
EcoVillage Findhorn Internal Conference 2024
The EcoVillage Findhorn Community, whilst celebrating it's anniversary, held their first, open, internal conference. Looking into their current place, future manifestation and steps forward required. A whole community event including deep internal overviews, process work,
Our Findhorn Story
In April 1977 after selling our houseboat in Norfolk and travelling north in our VW camper van, Harley and I, then called Maggie, arrived at Findhorn with our youngest daughter. We knew we were heading
