Come away, my beloved. Come away with me to a quiet place, to a garden filled with all that teases and awakens your senses. Let go of demands of every day activity. Though the activity remains present before you, its weariness does not have to own you. Nor do you need to own it. Let it go.

Be refreshed with the scent of purity, of joy, of calm. Be energized by beauty, by color, by sweet fragrance. Be calmed by deep breaths, by the cool breeze and by my hand in yours.

Come into this presence with me. Quiet. Ready to give, ready to receive. Ready to just be. Be present with me.

Receive love. Receive the solitude and be renewed. Then from this place you can go, you can give – give what has birthed inside you. My love to you has reached beyond what man could see and beyond what you could dare to dream. It has seeded your desire. And for this I created your garden, this foundation. A quiet place.

See. Feel. Touch. You are at home. It is familiar  because it is what has grown from within you – your colors, your textures, your scents. No one else can appreciate it as you do, my child. No one else knows its origin. Only you. This solitude is your garden. Its sweetness, your heart. Its warmth, your inspiration, the fire that burns deep within. Its new growth is your reward.

Come away with me to the garden, my beloved. Sit in its coolness. Rest, draw strength, for you are beloved.

For more see Joy Unfolding, Messages for the Guarded Heart