Ontree Centre
Woofing
Woofing at Ontree is an invitation to live in the village and engage in daily life in the context of radical responsibility. Through practical work, woofers experience collaboration, teamwork, and the creative process of bringing new projects into the form.
Our projects
We are currently in the second phase of our project, focused on living together on the land. This phase includes creating and maintaining shared living spaces for our community and for visitors, as well as projects that support daily life here.
Current projects include preparing sites for construction, renovating existing buildings, building a children’s playground, caring for the garden and orchard, holding space for children, and tending to the land.
Beyond the practical work, woofers are invited into our daily village life. This includes sharing meals, joining meetings, and, if they wish, participating in the transformational and healing spaces that we host at Ontree.
Woofing
Program
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4-week woofing stay
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20 hours of contribution per week
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Outdoor accommodation, facilities, and food included
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Non-material exchange: no fees involved
Woofing is available from 1st of February 2026 untill 1st of April
Listen to experience of our woofers
Mia's poem
about
Ontree
What I found here is people
With wings like birds
Ontrees they launch themselves
Into the great wilderness of the sky
And come down to the forest
To share songs of the infinite
There is no way of Ontree
Only an entryway to the vastness
Of the unexplored universe of being
An invitation to open my heart
Moment by moment
And let that be my way
I leave here with legends
Of elders taking leaps and bounds
To leave their boxes behind
Drop what they carried their whole lives
Men and women with desire
To create a culture beyond what's known
Who paint life in vivid colours
Over the grey world they were shown
Children shining like stars
Here to light up the Earth
To play in the sunshine
Explore all there is to learn
Here are waters that wake me
From the deepest of woes
And wekas that rouse me
With the weirdest bellows
As for me I delighted here
In the garden, in my body
And I go off-tree now
To sow seeds of this story.