In 2007 my Life literally turned upside down on the static trapeze...

Ah, those were the days….and nights.  I was the Night Porter.  Peter asked me to be.  I didn’t have a clue what I was letting myself in for...

Cue my move to Findhorn in 1992. I was heartily frustrated by my work in education and needed to be somewhere different...

There’s a Loving Aliveness flowing through this whole community garden project with the result that not only the grow boxes are bursting with green and, at times, flowering abundance but what was just ‘sterile’ gravel has now become full of pollinator-loving volunteer plants … seeded by birds, wind and serendipity...

So, I started to work in the bakery and did so for several months, totally alone. I got up at 4:00 in the morning to start the dough and bake all the bread and rolls for breakfast...

My work there put me in touch with every facet of the community life and gave me opportunity to experience firsthand the challenges in building and running a place like Findhorn...

In the continuing development of Findhorn, nothing could be more appropriate than the newly emerging Garden School — the first in 18 years.

Our first realization came about the importance of trees when we had a very strong northerly wind which swept through the garden and did a lot of damage...

I have several marked memories of Findhorn: the beautiful nature, running rivers, eating in the communal dining hall, and helping catch Findhorn brochures off a printing press and loading them into boxes...

Scattered groups of people have passed, mostly on foot, on their way to morning meditation in the sanctuary. Others are now leaving on foot or by bicycle or motorcycle for their morning “attunements” with their work groups...