My Time with George and Frances
My time at Findhorn was significant for me because it was an experience in architectural design and construction that I would never have anywhere else. In June 1976, while visiting Findhorn on a cycling trip
The Story of My Soul Name ~ Ceolanna ~ She Who Brings Gifts of the Soul
From 2004 to 2007, I lived and worked at the Findhorn Foundation in Scotland, where I had the pleasure of meeting artist Phyllida Anam-Aire, a beautiful, ageless Celtic woman from Ireland. My study group met
How I Came to Findhorn in 1972
Kathy and Neil In 1972, I was hitchhiking around Europe on my own, and met Catherine Christensen in the beach parking lot at Biarritz, France. She was going to a Krishnamurti conference in
Cluny: The coach party days
When the Foundation purchased Cluny Hill Hotel in autumn 1975 it came with one big caveat: to honor the coach parties who had booked the previous summer. Oh, boy! Peter was of course thoroughly game
My Arrival in 1978
Clava Cairns Towards the end of the year 1977 our "Free Clinic" in Heidelberg, Germany, was forced to restruct: new location, new ways of financing the project and regroup our staff. It seemed
Working on the Hall – a funny story
Peter used to give the Community tour to guests and always brought them by my work station at the hall to see me cutting stone. I think Dieter and Robert Blakesley were often there too.
The Blossoming of Celebrating One Incredible Family
Celebrating One Incredible Family came out of a deep crisis and is now blossoming into our 60th Birthday Celebrations and our collective autobiography to create a people’s history of the 60 years of this spiritual
Meeting my Beloved
On one job restoring mausoleums in the oldest cemetery in New Orleans in particular (St. Louis number 1) I was down below grade in the crypt when a group of preservationists came by in a
To be…or not to be
Michael Davidson recounts the impact of his time at Findhorn upon his career as a master stonemason. Originally contributed for the 60th Anniversary celebrations. At 22 years of age its fair to say you can
Near death/near life at the Falls of Rogie
During 1977, my second year in what was now officially known as the Findhorn Foundation University of Light, I had several strong existential experiences. The first was an outing for the kitchen crews – Findhorn
