Tribal lands forgo trappings of our time, and quiet canyons whisper the blessings of silence.

Trace the breath rising and falling in the morning hours when the world is quiet.

Quiet mornings measure the path we are walking, for the journey is long.

Riding the heights, serene and quiet beauty abounds and remembers love.

The heart overflows with fortitude that none can deliver but the God of Abraham.

Waters of the soul thirsty ones pursue; abundance awaits our deepest enjoyment.

Rain paves the way and softens the earth ever so delicately again and again for abundance renewed.

Abundance grows when you allow yourself to be refilled moment by moment with what waters the imagination and the spirit.

Love’s gentle folds, broken only when we are too weary, wrap our lives, our hearts, and our souls in abundance.

The circle of abundance is everlasting and without measure always.

The peace of the planet restores abundance in the wee hours of the morning when the world lies sleeping under the stars.

Summer abounds with supreme delight; now the days grow shorter, therefore more precious and altogether without guile – the first silver frost is almost here.

Ride the wave of creation day by day:  noticing the peace of early morning, the leafy crunch beneath my feet, the soft caress of mountain mists, and the first sweet bite of autumn pears prepares my heart for bliss.

Cold mornings wrap themselves in autumn mists and frost, waiting for the sun sparkle to warm the world anew:  we are clothed in beauty.

Summer’s radiance is found in the light flickering through the trees as autumn descends.

Autumn breathes quietly, the mulch of moist leaves gathers.

Notice the fog lifting and the world glowing in color.

Autumn nights – so brilliant and clear.

Who goes there in the night? Bellowing Dragons awaken terror while on a rampage, but eternal fires of the soul quiet the bombardment and release the fear.

Melancholy nights and turbulent dreamscapes remind us of work to be done to ease the heaviness within.