Here in the blue hills of Asheville,
I was anointed this morning by the needles of the White Pine,
falling upon the crest of my head.
The smell of Rosemary Geranium filled me.
The wind flowing through the trees, kissing them,
created a symphony of sound,
drawing me into its mountainous song.
My heart swelled with love for these connections with creation.
They are family to me.
Thanks be to You, God, the Creator of all.