Mandalas Infantiles

Mandalas allow us to better understand ourselves and are essential for self-awareness. The creative activity of coloring mandalas requires a departure from everyday consciousness, which lets us experience our deepest feelings and thoughts.

Mandalas have existed for centuries in countless civilizations, where they represented perfection. Today, coloring mandalas offers powerful therapeutic benefits. Pick up a few colored pencils or markers and connect with your inner self.

Allow form and color to bring you joy, completeness, and harmony through this collection of mandalas.

This translated edition of My Holiday Memories Scrapbook for Kids, Translated Spanish Edition is printed in Spanish. It is the fifth scrapbook in the series and is especially designed for children to help them to remember their unique and joyful adventures through life. Scrapbooking provides an outlet of expression that may not be available in any other form. Families get involved and show their children how much they love them by helping them fill in the pages of this book to preserve family memories. When I was young, I had a baby book. My Holiday Memories Scrapbook for Kids, Translated...

Twirling tornadoes, horrific hurricanes, deadly dust storms, and blowing blizzards. Depending where you live, you may have experienced one of these extreme storms. Although being caught in extreme weather can be dangerous, being prepared can save your life. This nonfiction Spanish book introduces students to extreme weather, and teaches them important scientific concepts and vocabulary. The colorful images, diagrams, sidebars, and text features will keep students connected to the text. Aligned to state and national standards, the fun lab activity provides a real-world learning experience that ...

El Cazador de incendios andaba todo el día de un lado a otro cazando incendios con sus bolsas y cajas. Pero un día, un incendio se le resistió. Cuando ya sólo pensaba en su fracaso, precisamente ese día, encontró el amor.

Fue amor a primera vista. Un relámpago que me reveló sentimientos nuevos y palpitantes, como esa luz que sólo había leído en libros de poesía. Sin darme cuenta, poco a poco entré en un laberinto de emociones que me perdió en ella y me enfrentó conmigo. Fueron días interminables en los que aprendí a nombrar mi deseo y mi frustración. Tantas derrotas. Comencé a escribir. Y todo, absolutamente todo esfuerzo por amar y ser amado me parecía inútil. —R. N.