Margot Henderson 21st April 2014 You were loyal to the last, you chose your day in Perfect Timing as we say, the AGM of the NFA! The new councillors were voted in just as you

Sandy Barr When you see a head lowered and the shoulders are round When the brows are all furrowed and the feet drag the ground Then few words are spoken and life it seems rough

I had heard that my friend and long time co-worker Christine Hartmann was on a cancer journey far away in her native Germany. Then several things came together: overlooking the garden from my room in

THE ISLE OF IONA Iona is the passionate, ascetic heart of Scotland, protected by its own desolation; grave of kings set in the veins of an icy sea. The Tarot of Iona would include images

At the beginning of September Karin Werner led an entrance meditation for the weekly Elders Meditation and read this poem that wrote itself through me in the same Cluny Sanctuary in the mid 70’s …

The following was written by Adam Reising after a Community Meeting in August 2023. I wanted to share the poem I found, (or rather, the poem that found me, and us), at the Community meeting

What I didn’t say is how sad I was What I didn’t say was how bereft I felt What I didn’t say was this was a death What I didn’t say was this was the

Poems by Barbara Loveland from her unpublished collection, Heart Explosions. She captures her life – inner and outer – in the Community. A Heart Tree I painted a heart tree in memory of all those

Sir George Trevelyan was born into a minor noble family in the north of England in 1906. It was a liberal family atmosphere sharing evening parties with George and his sister throwing poetry back and

This was previously published in Network News Issue 28 Autumn 2001. A man’s meeting with men, Findhorn, Robert and himself. I have a primal yearning deep in my heart to be a King. Not, I