Where the wild things grow in the heart of man, woman, and child, there are remarkable gifts of spirit waiting to be tapped.

Tenderness gentles the soul beleaguered and pressed; we are spent and weary, but the spirit restores us completely.

Stable the ground we walk on; turbulent the times we live in; such are the ways of spirit.

When life disappoints us, when no one can comprehend the agony, it is hope that visits in the night to remind us that there are treasures yet to be discovered; the spirit grown sad glows once again.

Clay and breath without spirit know no joy; those without joy know no peace in this life.

Resilience matters; as the morning breeze finds the hollow in the branches moving them ever so gently, so may our hearts move with the spirit.

Suffering leaves a mark upon the body, mind, and soul; gentle the spirit that you may notice.