Findhorn Noir
Tap Tap Tap (sound of hammer and chisel) I’m cutting stone from the top of my scaffold overlooking palms over the Alabama Gulf coast. It's a 120 year old Opera house that I’m working on.
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
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
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.
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
Early days in The Sanctuary
Synchronistically, I am writing this story on the day that the site of the original sanctuary is being cleared and prepared for building the new. However, the first time I entered the Sanctuary the building
Change taking place in the community 1974
Angus Marland wrote in September 1974:- A project has been started that is the physical manifestation of a great change taking place in the community. Together we realise that we are entering a new spiral
From Findhorn Village to Findhorn Foundation
[Any quotes are from my memory over forty-five years, and my not verbatim. They are not from any community literature] In 1974, living on-shore in Findhorn Village while working off-shore on a North Sea oil
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
