The Parable
When my time to leave my position of Staff Member at the Findhorn Foundation approached its end I felt the keen desire to look at my experience and see if I could distil somehow into
Where Are We?
“Affairs are now Soul size The enterprise is exploration into God….” A Sleep of Prisoners by Christopher Fry When I arrived at Findhorn in 1979 I had just been to Esalen where I listened to
An Incredible ‘New’ Family
Part 1 I first read Paul Hawken's (1976) "The Magic of Findhorn" in the late 1970s and was duly inspired. A few years later, in about 1980, I was running a stand at the Mind-Body-Spirit
My Findhorn Journey
My Findhorn Journey In 1970, after finishing university in California, I traveled to London and was drawn to visit the north of Scotland. But as I did not have contacts there at the time, the
Coming to Findhorn
When I was young I had had mythical experiences, but had put them aside as I moved into my teens and got deeply involved in sports and the other usual pursuits young men. This continued
My Transformative Journey towards Reconnecting with My Soul
I was 33 when I went to Findhorn in 1984, and stayed for five years. Although the people I met and the departments I worked at were important to my growth, my main journey was
Appreciating Meta-Findhorn 2019 Challenge Transformational Path
In 2019, I issued a Climate-Challenge (cChallenge) to Meta-Findhorn (my name for the larger Findhorn community) for 30 people to select and practise change that could contribute to climate resilience for 30 days. See the
Hearing about Findhorn for the first time
Blackpool pals before Findhorn, summer 1968, Carly, Matthew, Mik. Early Spring 1970 my friends and I in Blackpool, Lancashire were wondering where our pal Ian was. We knew he’d gone to Scotland to
Some Experiences of the Mystery School
In the early 1980s I was living in Chicago but beginning to feel that my life needed to take a different direction. At around this time I found a small article about Eileen Caddy in
A personal message in the Central Garden
I did my Experience Week at the end of January 1977. One day I was walking from the Park building through the Central Garden and as I came abreast of the large pine tree by
