Early in the morning when the mist rolls over the Great Smoky mountains, the cool summer breeze fills the open windows of my home and brings Nature’s peaceful wake up call.
The green leaves shift to reveal their silver colored undersides and the winds stir the rustling of tree limbs like petticoats under silk dresses.
The tall hemlock stands at the edge of the forest outside the cottage door, and underneath her lowest branches the first mountain laurel bloom of the season is revealed.
There is a silent, peaceful presence here that is waiting to be discovered by those who are open to receive. Ancestral spirits walk among these hills, protecting and watching over all and working to keep harmony and balance between Nature and man.
Taking time to reconnect with Nature helps me to settle in these times of our world’s transition. The sanctuary of these high places brings peace and serenity to my body and spirit.
Featured photograph, “Sunset View, Scenes from the Blue Ridge Mountains” by Teri Leigh Teed