Aspen Blessings

What do the tall trees say to the late havoc in the sky?

They sigh. The air moves, and the trees sway. When the 

breeze on the hill is still, then they stand still. They wait.

They have no fear. Their fate is faith. Birdsong is all they've

wanted, all along.

    



You come gradually to understand that the key to blessing things is knowing that they beat you to it. The key to blessing things is to receive their blessing. One does not always have to use eloquent words. Sometimes it is enough to see the world through a  tree's eyes.