Gurdjieff International Review


Kathleen Cramer


ixty miles north of San Francisco, among some of the world’s tallest trees, the Sequoia Sempervirens, is the property the Gurdjieff Foundation calls “the Woods”—six and a half acres with open spaces, cabins, a motel, a movements hall and a dining hall.

Trees look over it all and a creek rushes through it in the winter. At night the stars come down to meet the trees. This is the place where a group who had been given this task found a suitable property for our community’s weekends, work weeks and conferences. This place had seen a variety of former inhabitants, from a pottery collective with Bauhaus connections to a resort.

We were told by Paul Reynard to “make it ours,” and for twenty-plus years we have been striving toward that. At the beginning it seemed that Great Nature had done most of the work before we came, and, surely, it would be a work of joy to do the few things needing some attention to make it “ours.” As it happens, our understanding of M. Reynard’s injunction is still evolving.