'The Wind' In memory of my Mother ~Nancy Rita Singer Levenson By (your son), Michael ॐ When you follow your heart, something becomes clear to see, That you are as free, as your love for family. Flowers, hummingbirds, and mountains, and clouds, the wind blows, it speaks to me, and it lifts the shrouds. So why not ask, "Wind, what do you know?" It makes as much sense as rhythm or snow. Suddenly, the wind sings with love and glee. It says, “For you see, I received your Mother, m

"Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which 'thanks' naturally grow” -Henry Ward Beecher In our shamanic tradition, our practice of Gratitude is called the 'Giveaway' and when practiced with another practice of non-attachment, it’s like Manna from Heaven. When I first started my journey of healing, I was told by my teachers and guides that service and giving was a way to heal. I got confused. First off, I was riddled with anxiety and depression, how