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
Glamour goes down in feathers
Or 'How glamour gasped its last breath' The innumerable community meetings held in the Hall in the early ‘80s trained us in patience, listening, practising decision-making by consensus and promulgating what sometimes was suspiciously like
Fred Barton
By Peter Please from his book Holine-A British Journey: Bulletins from the Wayside (1997) Fred was a father to me, the first person to call me 'gardener'. In appearance he was the grand gnome, stoutly
Eileen Caddy
The collage shows so many faces of this remarkable woman but of course it cannot possibly do justice to her extraordinary life. Her autobiography Flight Into Freedom and Beyond (written with Liza Hollingshead) captures a
Mystical arrival at Findhorn in 1976
In June of 1976 my partner Suzy and I walked barefoot into Findhorn Park Community from the beach at Culbin Sands. We were young twenty somethings; back packers and hitch hikers to the universe Our
Richard St Barbe Baker
There is a kind of logic that I should glimpse this gentleman visionary in that other place of visions, Findhorn. That a recluse living in a tumbledown keeper's cottage in a wood knew this man
Guidance Through Eileen: On Love
GUIDANCE THROUGH EILEEN On Love Love is an inner state of being. It expresses itself in a thousand and one little ways – a look, a touch, an action. Love is the universal language. It
Being – attunement
Being - attunement At the heart of everything, everyone, and all actions, is a point of complete stillness, filled with light. Vitalising love emerges from this stillness, infusing patterns of thought, feeling and form, which
Curriculum
Curriculum - the short read. I’m sure there is a curriculum for living here and it is good to accept that this intentional community was set up for a purpose – to deepen the connection
50th Birthday Book Foreword
A Foreword of Gratitude There is truly something magical about the Findhorn Community. In the middle of gardening, or cleaning, or teaching, or administering, a shift may suddenly happen and a wave of love
