Thank you for hosting my childhood so generously.

Thank you for the freedom to run around your gardens and pathways
stripping for every sprinkler,
nose in every rose,
discovering places to play
in wood in sand in sea.
Thank you for allowing it to be me who introduced lard and white bread into the family diet; the craving didn’t last for too long!
Thank you for mixing tuning in, meditation, guidance, channeling, sharing, blessings, angels and mortals, group consciousness, rebirthing, spirit, god, service, tofu and saunas into my primary education.
Thanks for the free electricity!
Thank you for teaching me to talk to strangers and to get into their wheelbarrows.
Thank you for the years of community sharings, memories of François skillfully threading string up one nostril and out the other, Catherine and Lynn and Debbie singing,
my mother dancing,
my father ranting,
the barber shop and all the other choirs and groups that were born here.
And thanks for the times when I lay
flat on my back on those purple chairs
staring up at the healing lights,
drifting in and out of the music, the voices, the dance,
the magic of it all.
There is so much to be grateful for.
This is just a beginning.
Happy, happy birthday Findhorn.
I love you

Ruby Worth – now 53 (still younger than you!)