My daily walks here in the Blue Ridge Mountains often remind me of the Navajo prayer from The Blessing Way.
In beauty I walk
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me I walk
With beauty around me I walk
It has become beauty again
Sometimes, the beauty comes from bold skies or spectacular foliage, which I’ll write about in future posts.
But sometimes. . .
the beauty comes from the small, the easily overlooked travelers along my route.
With beauty around me I walk. . .
And every walk is a blessing.