Sky Yearns

Sky Yearns

When you disappear into worry the mountains miss you.   The sky yearns for your company.   The earth longs for your step.   And the Beloved inner self aches for your return.   Any moment, when that longing calls, come back, awaken to the now where...

The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden…   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to...