What to Remember As You Awaken: Planting Seeds for the Future
Remember, Remember … I am sensitive and I can be hard on myself. It’s a paradoxical feeling of wanting everything to be better (I am an idealist) and then…
Remember, Remember … I am sensitive and I can be hard on myself. It’s a paradoxical feeling of wanting everything to be better (I am an idealist) and then…
Allowing Grace to Illuminate Our way There have been many times in my life that I have felt helpless or even useless. Particularly in situations when I feel I have…
It takes many hands and hearts to hold the Mana vision and so it felt appropriate to share this poem by Melinda Clements – Grandpa’s Hands;
What makes a fire burn is space between the logs, a breathing space.
Scott Connor, a dear friend & wwoof at Mana shared this beautiful poem by Mary Oliver at the morning circle. It was so touching we felt to share it with…
Time stops. Speed blurs the intricately gorgeous wings of the bee. It drinks from the small blue flower of the fragrant rosemary. The moment passes.
We give thanks for the blessing of winter: season to cherish the heart to make warmth and quiet for the heart to make soups and broth for the heart