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.
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.