A Visual Journey Through Munaya
Step into the dream
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Fifteen acres, nine sacred spaces, and the light that moves across them.
Casablanca Dome at dusk
Chefchaouen Dome, blue hour
Fes Dome from the meadow
Casablanca — where Morocco meets the mountains.
Fes — emerald velvet beneath a carved arch.
Fes — forest green and quiet.
Fes — tucked into the trees.
A dome above the valley.
The Maison, evening light.
Fifteen acres, held by the ridgeline.
The porch swing — best seat in the house.
Brass, honeycomb tile, morning light.
The living room — stone fireplace, beamed ceilings.
Long table, brass pendant, room for everyone.
Dinner, golden hour.
The Blue Ridge Suite — mountains, painted on the wall.
The Sunrise Room — peach peaks, morning light.
Peach peaks, plum velvet.
Brass beds, lavender curtains, valley view.
The Meadow Room — bunks, desk, wide meadow light.
Two beds, an arched Moroccan mirror.
The Moroccan barn door — hand-painted, ours.
The sunroom — plants and Blue Ridge through every window.
A quiet corner for coffee and a book.
The wrap-around porch, late afternoon.
Rockers, always waiting.
Golden hour on the porch.
The pergola — long dinners, sunflowers, cornhole.
The hot tub — a valley view and a bowl of stars.
Sultana Pavilion
The Glass Studio
Medina Tea House
The Fire Circle
Pavilion at nightfall.
The Medina Tea House, catching the afternoon.
Gold, sage, and hand-cut tile.
Barrel sauna, cedar-warm
Warm water, and nothing to do.
Cedar and cold water, side by side.
Stones that hold the heat.
Inside the barrel sauna.
Fifteen acres, held by the ridgeline.
Two domes above the valley.
A chair, a view, and time.
Sunset from the fire circle.
Morning coffee, mountain air.
Glass, cedar, and open sky.
A quiet path through the trees.
Shade under the old tree.
Two doors, a thousand stars.
Lanterns on the mosaic table.
A medina door, carried from Fes.
Woven textiles, folded and waiting.
The fountain, at sunset.
The tea service, ready.
Hammered brass, hand-cut tile.
Tagines, the slow way.
Where the medina meets the mountains.
An empty chair, a full afternoon.
The circle, Glass Studio
The studio, set for practice.
A seat by the gong.
Pavilion practice, mountain view.
Fountain, sunset, stillness.
Small bowls, generous mornings.
The kitchen, the way we love it.
A circle, held.
The long way round, together.
Nowhere to be.
Private deck, morning tea.
An afternoon that asks nothing of you.