Prayers of the Land
March 26th, 2012I recently spent the day at my cabin near the mountain town of Fraser, Colorado. At the end of the day I lingered on the back deck as the sun began to set. The cabin sits on a hill above a valley where a creek meanders across the valley floor. Clumps of reeds hover along the edge of the creek where moose often graze. The reed’s spiny branches accent the winter scene with punches of color, ochre, rust and deep red. At the end of the valley the snow capped Indian Peaks stand guard, piercing the vivid blue sky.
As the light begins to change, a pink hue washes over the land and the mountains come alive with what is known as alpenglow. Wispy clouds are rimmed with golden light and all is quiet and still except for an occasional hawk that soars overhead. A profound sense of peace envelopes the evening and I’m reminded of an old Celtic prayer that goes like this: Deep peace of the running wave to you, deep peace of the flowing air to you, deep peace of the quiet earth to you, deep peace of the shiny stars to you….like the ocean or starry night, the valley seems to offers its own prayers of peace.
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