The Hills of Home

They ain't much, but these hills are home to me.  I had a mellow trip home from Baltimore yesterday.  The trees were in full leaf, the sky was blue, with puffy clouds.  It also helped that I was coming from a 25th ordination anniversary of a friend.  Being with priests whom I have liked for a long time and feeling my own ministry renewed added to my sense that everything was just as it should be.  The farther I drove into the mountains the more peaceful I became and the more aware of God's presence.