Answers will be given when the heart is open and receptive.

Spill the tears that cleanse the heart.

The heart opens slowly; listen patiently to each chamber open to your own magnificence.

Tender encounters open the heart to the remembrance of peace.

Love tenders the heart, opening a channel to the divine; life breathes in splendid motion rather like a willow in the wind.

Self-respect, gratitude, and kindness breathe in constant, rhythmic flow through the open petals of the heart.

The spectrum of intentional being encompasses such amazing diversity, bands of light and darkness play within the human heart in endless variation; spectral illumination dances where the waters of the soul glow.

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.

Ways of the mountain basking in the sun, ringed in light, undulating hillsides giving rise to celebrating the day, invite solemn gratitude.

Falling under marble and alabaster steps to grandeur where masters walked along paths of a simpler sort, bestowing grace at every turn, simple folk pass unnoticed through festivals . . . carrying icons of plenty.

Mountains’ ephemeral veils are lifted upward, into the arms of plenty.

Finding peace in layers of majestic mountains opens the heart for healing.

Here we sit in the quiet contemplation of grandeur God gave us, all around us; suffering recedes, clarity emerges, stillness envelops us, and we go on to conquer another mountain.

What does it mean to encounter grace? What it means is to find grandeur in every waking moment…