In mid-October as part of a trip to Virginia I took the opportunity to drive the Skyline Drive through Shenandoah National Park. The Skyline Drive follows the crest of the Blue Ridge Mountains for 105 miles north to south through the park. At its southern end it meets the Blue Ridge Parkway which runs 469 miles to Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
There are 75 scenic overlooks along the Skyline Drive. It was early in the season of turning colors and the weather was still dry and warm.
Being above the tree tops reminded me of a poem by Mary Oliver which I would like to share in memory of my brother John Leary Ross who passed in April of this year. He will be missed this Thanksgiving as he is every day by his children, grandchildren, wife, sisters and friends.
About Angels and About Trees
Mary Oliver
Where do angels
fly in the firmament,
and how many can dance
on the head of a pin?
Well, I don't care
about that pin dance,
what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of the trees
and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea.
I have lost as you and
others have possibly lost a
beloved one,
and wonder, where are they now?
The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels (ideas); even
empty they are a
good place to look, to put
the heart at rest--all those
leaves breathing the air, so
peaceful and diligent, and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
Thanks for the day that reminds us of the importance and value of gratitude.
Thanks for sharing in this posting.