Dance and Music Festival 2001
A precious recollection of times, people and places gone by.
A Veranda Towards Infinity
This travel diary was written in 2007 during a weeklong stay in Traigh Bhan, the Findhorn Foundation's retreat house on Iona.
Love, Magic & Miracles – Discovering new meaning
Click to view e-book Growing up in Zimbabwe and South Africa has had a profound impact on my life and career. I was deeply affected by the system of apartheid or separation thinking
Love, Magic & Miracles – Interpreting and sharing the magic
Click to view e-book MASAKO WATANABE probably has the distinction of being the one person in the world to have completed the most Experience Weeks – as the translator for more than 30
Love, Magic & Miracles – Softening into Spirituality & Kindness
Click to view e-book I came for an ecovillage conference and stayed on for Experience Week at the end of a reconnaissance trip to four communities in the US, Germany and Portugal. I
The Cluny Bar
From the very first conference, at the end of our Coach Party summer season, in October 1976, Peter could hardly wait to bring conferencees over from the Park after the evening session in the Universal Hall to join with those staying in Cluny for camaraderie time in the Cluny Bar.
Honouring the Former General Office
On Thursday, 5th October, the former General Office and one of the food sheds will be dismantled in preparation for building the new Sanctuary. Thanks to Kathy T. who made us aware of it, we
Living Record – Focalisers of Cluny Hill College
Cluny Hill Hotel, which Peter Caddy managed from 1957-62, was purchased by the Foundation in late 1975. The Hotel had become run down and within a month of purchase renovations began, organised by Core Group
Standing in the Soul of Findhorn (2004)
This post comprises David's texts from the Standing In The Soul Of Findhorn online Forum which he hosted for Findhorn Community members on the Lorian website, Sept-Oct 2004. (For ease of seeing the extent of
Early Findhorn Years and Beyond
I was born in Manchester during WW II. My father was a refugee from Hungary and my mother was a Mancunian. I spent the first year of my life at night under the stairs in
