IN A HIDDEN GROVE, SHINING IN THE LATE AFTERNOON LIGHT, young pines grow beneath old ones at the Church O’ The Pines. In the words of a Navajo ( Dine’) prayer:

“With beauty before me, I walk. With beauty behind me, I walk. With beauty below me, I walk. With beauty above me, I walk. With beauty all around me, I walk. It has become beauty again.”