Richard Medrington recited this poem during Mary Inglis’s 80th Birthday Sharing.

 

I was a little lost, lacking something, seeming to be a little
Loose at the seams, at a loose end, low spirited
Lackadaisical, footloose but far from fancy free
Faltering, frustrated, fed up with the familiar
Feeling like a foreigner, a foundling, a fraud.
Old friends who had found a family home in Findhorn
(Fine for them) referred us to Facebook.
On offer was a fortnight in a whisky barrel.
What did we find?
We found Findhorn
Found fellow feeling, fellow travellers
Found fraternity, found fragility, found focus
Found the Founders, found other nations
Found foundations, found fractures in structures
And wholeness in the heartfelt
Found firebirds and festivals
Found forgiveness, found help, found healing
Found humanity, found sharing and caring
Found Spirit, found forests, found foreshores
Found the Firth, found fellowship
In freezing early morning waters.
Found magic, found music, found the joy of singing
Found safety and stories and stories and stories
And very few Tories.
Found folly, found fun, found freedom
Found love, found fathers and mothers
Sisters and brothers, found sanctuary
Found wild geese, found release, found peace
Found silence, found holy ground
Found the thrill of just wandering around.
Won the lottery! Found The Pottery!
Found fairies and elves, found freaks like ourselves
Found friendly faces, found a welcome waiting.
The question is, did we find Findhorn
Or did Findhorn find us?

 

Photo credits: Thank you to Mark Richards Aurora Imaging