She hides her baby so it can live: where will she hide if the glade is gone?

Morning light enfolds us in gentle waves of peace; there in the soft light, we discover ourselves anew.

A whole world in which to romp and play . . . or get lost . . . which way shall we go?

Elegance in color, in form, in way of being: grace the land in abundance!

What do you suppose it would be like if the world were a garden to the ends of the Earth?

Nature’s guardian watches over the land with care, so that each species might flourish.

Wild spaces leave room for the wild to flourish in infinite variety.

One day on Earth, if we take care now, the world will see a peaceable kingdom.

The light of creation shines with a soft glow.

The light of creation finds the glow that is already there.

Spectacular lands belong to the people forever and are not revocable: they carry glimpses of the light of creation.

Shapes so odd they raise the unfathomable questions.

Live tremulously, for awe remembers what power, what perseverance measure the music sung by mountains.

Quietly comes strength when mountains’ sliver majesty lies waiting that we may grasp the full measure of our fullness and courageously fulfill our lives peacefully and profoundly.

Recovery arouses our souls to the task of finding the dawn and fiercest mountains whose corridors yield what must be completed.

Treasured are the mountains in first light, anchors of the earth.

The mountains remember what happened at the very beginning when love flowed and coursed through our being – they remember also how fortitude taught them that winter is the harbinger of spring.

We began our ascent before dawn; freedom called us up the mountain.

Wake the spirit in the wildness within the mountain, surrounded by the hues of eternity.

Wild woods call the spirit, revive the mind, bless the soul; we are drenched in our embrace of the wild.