Whether an arrow finds its mark, the wind carries it, amidst the trees, ‘til it can fly no further.

Rudderless vessels waver in rough waters while those of resolute purpose remain steady amid the howling winds.

Swift are the deer, and keen of smell, that raise the alarm and send hooves prancing over stubborn, unyielding wasteland so encumbered.

Serpentine pathways bear relinquishing great sadness and grief.

Searching rivers of deep remembrance of untrampled design, life emerges with necessary grace amid the turbulence.

Subtle whispering creates peace so that we may know another path through the din.

Canyons of our fears engulf the heart in heaviness and keep us struggling for a foothold in life; how sweet the moment when fears subside and perspective returns.