Monday afternoon I was in the Uintas, jeeping around in the Wasatch National Forest. I’d stopped beside a lovely little stream flowing down from Hoyt Peak:


Suddenly, I got so homesick; well, not homesick exactly – Utah is home now and family and friends are here. While we have dear friends and family back in Virginia also, it was the land itself, the Appalachians, for which I was longing.

Many folks seem to have little or no attachment to place. Others, say the Ute Indians of these Uinta Mountains, have their home place deep in their bones.

I miss the green hills of Appalachia, wrinkled deep in time.

Of course, I’m just a pilgrim passing through and this is not my home, as I long for the perpetual light of our Lord.

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