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Its magnificents fill me up and I'm inspired to be more.........the peace and silence washes over me making clean all the tarnished places that brought me to this place of serenity. As I gaze into this kind of bounty it enables me to see the real importance of life. ........appreciation and the acquisition of peace.
I want to be more than a spectator. I want to lie down and spread myself upon its surface and allow the rain, sun and shade of the seasons to penetrate my spirit. Its so alive here. The birds sing their morning songs of contentment and excitement for the new day ahead......spiders weave their webs on any branches or growth that will support their life. And then there are the flowers...................The azalea's are the real show stoppers.......their blooms rich, deep, distinct, intense and brilliant. Their resplendent and luminescent color surreal.. They are simply that outrageously exquisite and captivating robed in pinks, fuchsia, reds and purples............Their blooms dare not last the summer, as their beauty would cast shadows over the rest of the forests foliage.
We take a trail, the quickly moving stream on one side..........the lush forest foliage on the other. So many spring flowers on display..........a fairy wand, a dense , elongated cluster of little white flowers on a wand-like stalk, painted trillium, dwarf Isis's, may apples, Canadian violets.... foam flowers....even a rare finding Jack-in -the-pulpit.
In these moments, joy becomes who you are and a confidence... a knowingness lifts your doubts as they disappear like smoke form a faltered flame. This is peace.....happiness in its purest form. And if I fail to feel it....if I ever fail to feel a thing of beauty, it becomes a gift I have overlooked, not recognized........ a tragic loss.
Yes, I have come here to the mountains to heal.......its beauty and power demand my submission......and with reverence I bow my head with humble gratefulness and the miracle before me.
Of course we shop........The black bear tea company....teas from all over the world. I must admit that regular 'store bought tea is not for me.' I select the peach - apricot, and the ground ginger for soothing and a more tranquil disposition. It is by far the cleanest, purest tea I have ever indulged in. Fudge for Mom....post cards for Dad.......the unique craft village (an 8 mile loop of fabulous shops carved from the creative side of long time residences........information centers overflowing with history and color and amazement......the hot tub overlooking mountain vistas as I sip a late afternoon cocktail............dinners out, dinners in. Makes little difference as beauty surrounds us wherever we go.
Its hard to imagine places where time stands still and erect. You can hear a single leaf falling through the branches of a tree and softly and soundlessly falling to the ground. Birds glide with such ease and gracefulness you can feel yourself along for the ride, adrenlin rushes in from the high.........scampering squirrels.....woodchucks..........and if your as fortunate as Greg, a sighting of bears crossing the road caring not for anything except their next meal.
This place of reverence I would share with you. Coming here is like stripping the barnacles from a ship................we become again what we once were but have forgotten. Can we even remember what that was. And if we don't.........well..........we can only understand that our journey is in search of its discovery.
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