This was the mood and experience today,

A trip through wind blown fields 3 of us climbed Cluny Hill and visited an ancient site, and had tea with a Findhorn Old timer in a magical room full of instruments...she played a few.

Hope you are warm on this night...💚🌿Ute

Small things

apple tree branches outside my window
they hunch against the evening sky of twisted bows for
one such tiny bird with feathers puffed against the harsh of Scotland winds

almost November now, 3 weeks with worldwide traveling people
gathered in one place, maybe hugging for warmth and worth
I look for the cradle in an old timers eyes, a thread of light
woven by her singing bowls

a Druid walk, the archivist steps guide us spiraling to the ancient place
of 7 powers moved here from a time beyond
only falling follows me into the center halls of Earth and song
will I hear it, called again and sung by a small bird at the window
and a wise one’s singing bowl

Jill plays metal singing bowls (hammered by her own hands)

Keith, Findhorn archivist, Jill, Findhorn member for 30 years