Take time to sit in silence.
Observe Nature.
Observe yourself in relation
to all that is,
all that ever was,
and all that will be.
Above picture is on Moosehead Lake in Maine where we host retreats. #FeelingBlessed
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I Voted
I voted because it is an outward expression of intentional visualization, and I believe the Universe responds to such outward expressions with manifestations of equal or higher value (even if at first glance they do not seem to be so).
an audio meditation for Samhain
Music for Samhain and Hallowe’en
UU Talks – Coming Soon!
Entering the Dark Season
Each year we share this meditation poem written by Twinkle in 2013.
May we find comfort in the warm embrace of the dark season.
The Dark Season
We are at the threshold of the Seasons,
the doorway to the Year,
when the Veil is thin,
and time passes amorphously.
We turn inward as the Darkness beckons us.
We welcome the warmth of the fire,
contemplating the mysteries of the Unseen.
We honor the soft ache in our hearts
for those we have lost:
the people,
the dreams.
And we rest.
For rest we must, to heal.
This is the cycle of death and rebirth;
release and renewal.
We cherish this time
as the lessons it offers
penetrate our knowing.
May we breathe in wisdom
and breathe out patience.
by: Rev. “Twinkle” Marie Manning
October 23rd, 2013
For original art post + Audio, click the link below.
Thank you!!
We are deeply grateful to all our family and friends who joined us for our engagement party!! It was so wonderful to celebrate our happiness with you and to see such happiness reflected back to us by each of you. Love 💫❤️🎶🙏🏼
October 13th, 2018. Thank you to all our friends and family celebrating with us near and far. We love you!
Posted by Marie Gerstel Manning on Monday, October 15, 2018
LightSpring Interview with Peter Bowden
September 12th – October 4th, every year, like clockwork
My mother’s birthday is today,
…would have been today.
October 4th.
She would have been 69.
She died 10 years ago;
her Body releasing its last exhale in the wee hours of September 12th. She was 58.
Her death-day marks the beginning of what is typically a difficult series of weeks for our family; September also holding the anniversaries of my brother’s death, and the would-be birthday of my father who died almost two decades ago now.
Of course, the dark season has grown accustomed to stretching out, often initiating Its appearance before August’s end and extending its visit through, and then past, Samhain.
This year was lighter than many.
Still, their absence is present.
The Sacred LEGO by Liz James
Sharing this again! Where’s the main part of our “churches”? What is our focus? How are we “built” and what is it important to remember about our movable, ever-evolving, parts?