The desert finds a hidden magnificence in the wee hours when the heart is quiet and the stillness awaits us.

The mind is busy but the heart grows still in the morning when the stars are fading: I need the stillness to anchor me deeply.

Sunrise greets me with filmy eyes and mellowed heart; morning mists of summer gently woven among the hills glow softly in the stillness.

Time sits in the stillness waiting for the hour of our awakening; hurried and anxious human beings find rest in quiet hours.

The busy mind quiets and rests as we let go the clutter and enter into the stillness.

The color of eternity emblazoned on the rock: what made that color?

Such beauty rarely goes unnoticed, but where in the world is this painting in stone?

Let us awaken to the subtlety of colors and forms in a world so grand as this one.

A story told in stone: two colors and two patterns in the stone exist side by side, but how could this come to be?

What are these layers in stone that swirl?

Where the wild things are, there is no excuse for going after the children: come too close to her baby and a protective mama will be in hot pursuit and the wild things will be fleeing.

The great and the small in a chance encounter discover one another’s qualities in great surprise.

Wild things end the conflict with grace; winners and losers walk away free.

A graceful dance, a test of strength: they move on, and the horn lock is forgotten.

The world of wild things where even the brazen learn the signals warning them to back off: read the cues!

Flying together streamlines the airflow.

They arrive one by one, the pecking order is established, they make room for one another, so that each morsel is used to nurture one bird and then another.

Pearls of light in every mouthful delight mother and babe, knowing peaceful giants.

Let the world stand in breathless awe of what can happen if we do not interfere.

A simple creature of marvelous form: tucked in the wild places, the simple creatures remind us to be grateful for every gift.