This weekend I took a long hike deep into the woods. A couple of miles in I encountered this:
This place was special to someone, a place of peace and meditation. A long line of prayer flags, decades old, hangs suspended from the trees.
The first time I saw them they reminded me of my Grandma’s clothes line.
I don’t follow the faith of the person who placed these flags, but as I stand on the side of a mountain looking through them I think I experience the same sense of awe.
This is a place that makes me thing of something bigger than myself….
I feel grateful standing on this place for all the wonders around me.
I am warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze. The sunlight animates everything I see.
I stand in this spot and offer praise to my God.