Dennis Evenson March 28, 1944-May 3, 2026
Dennis Warner Evenson lived a rich life, full of passion, wonder and, curisosity. He forged his own path and walked it to the very end, in his own way. Dennis was born on March 28, 1944, in San Diego, CA. He grew up in Denver, CO until the age of 18, when he ventured out into the wider world, beginning with his Bachelor of Science in Mathematics and Physics at the Cleveland Institute of Technology. He continued as a Graduate student at Harvard Divinity School in Boston, and on to Oxford in the UK, where he became a Teaching Fellow in Philosophy and Religion. While at Oxford, he discovered the works of John Moriarty, Irish poet, writer and philosopher. His Oxford friends connected Moriarty with him, saying, “You must meet Dennis. He is the only one who can understand what you are saying!” The two became close companions and spent long hours walking and talking about the deep mysteries of life, filled with depth, humor and wit.
The next steps in his journey brought him to Findhorn in northern Scotland. As a community member, he worked there for his first year as a gardener then for the next four years, as a workshop leader and editor-in-chief of the Findhorn Press. This too was a rich chapter in his biography, where he developed close friendships with David Spangler and the co-founders. A[er years of academic study in universities, this Gme in the UK inspired in him a deep connection with nature and Celtic folklore. While visiting sacred sites and stone circles, he fused together his love for math, number and esotericism into a higher love of Sacred Geometry. These themes stayed with him throughout his life. Upon his return to the US, he lived in New York City for 20 years. At this time, he became an avid and grateful student of Rudolf Steiner, and led workshops out of Steiner’s teachings throughout those years. In his own words, “While working as Director of the Long Island School of Music and Arts, I smuggled Waldorf education to gifted kids and adults.” In early 2006, his footsteps took him to the sacred mountains of Colorado, where he spent three years on a solo meditative retreat “gainfully self-unemployed” in a quiet cabin on Big Horn Mountain. Then sebling into Boulder, he deepened his studies in Spiritual Science, and became an active member of the Christan Community in Denver and the Sophia and Lorian communities in the Boulder area.
To the present-day Colorado has been his earthly home. Dennis’ character was a tapestry rich in many colors. The threads he wove included his love of math, number, and physics; his devotion to art, beauty, and aesthetics; and his wonder of nature below and astrosophy above. He was a sage and a seeker. A poet, priest, and philosopher. He could sit and read deep into the night. And during the day, he would walk in the sacred mountains of Colorado with friends. He was kind and had a great sense of humor. A collector of books and words, he could spontaneously uber a phrase or one-liner and make you laugh out loud! And he had a most dapper sense of fashion and flair. You could find him dancing with friends on Friday nights at the Saint Julian or at Band on the Bricks. Many described him as ecumenical. He saw the value in all spiritual traditions and looked for the gems in each one. In this way, he could connect with all kinds of people, from a variety of backgrounds, including the Hopi and Sufi traditions. As Dennis harvests his many soul gifts, we can remember them and stay connected with him in our own ways, offering up these moments to him as a source of soul nourishment. When we sit and read a poem or a sacred text or meditate in quiet solitude. When we ponder the mysteries of math and number. When we behold the beauty in a Raphael painGng or the opening petals of a rose. When we stop and connect with elementals in the wild or lighting our thoughts to the higher worlds. When we move our bodies and dance with sheer joy. And most of all, when we open our hearts, connect with friends, share stories, and laugh. And when we laugh, he will be laughing with us. And oh, the twinkle in his eyes will light up in us when we look up at the starry sky at night.
As our friend rises above to his Star, we can remember the parting words of the Lible Prince… “You alone will know, that in one of the stars, I shall be living in one of them, I shall be laughing when you look at the sky at night. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me and you will sometimes open your window, just for that pleasure.” And as above, so below, when we walk upon the earth, we can remember the words of Dennis’ beloved poet and friend, John Moriarty, who blessed Dennis, each Gme they departed, with the gentle words “walk on, brother, walk on.” As this hero continues on his journey and returns to his heavenly home, we too can walk with him. And maybe even don our roller skates and dance.
Welcome home, dear Dennis.
