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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

The greening of the mountains 2020

Happy Earth Day!

 Those green topped trees hide the place where the Swannanoa River runs...behind these buildings.

Intersection of N. Blue Ridge Rd. and Hwy. 70...where it becomes S. Blue Ridge Rd on the other side of the tracks.




You can still see the tops of the mountains, as my neighbors trees start to block their own green growth.

 The mountain behind these buildings is the same one I've been looking at from my living room. Mon. April 20 afternoon I took a short drive.

Yes, there are some green trees along the slopes (same mountain except for the one to the left.) I'm at Ingles parking lot, our local grocery store taking the photo through the windshield. I just went through a drive through and got some French Fries. I dumped everything into my own dishes and then washed my hands well. Just had the urge to go for some junk food.

Today's Quote:

Do you see how an act is not, as young men think, like a rock that one picks up and throws, and it hits or misses, and that's the end of it. When that rock is lifted, the earth is lighter; the hand that bears it heavier. When it is thrown, the circuits of the stars respond, and where it strikes or falls, the universe is changed. On every act the balance of the whole depends. The winds and seas, the powers of water and earth and light, all that these do, and all that the beasts and green things do, is well done, and rightly done. All these act within the Equilibrium. From the hurricane and the great whale's sounding to the fall of a dry leaf and the gnat's flight, all they do is done within the balance of the whole.

But we, insofar as we have power over the world and over one another, we must learn to do what the leaf and the whale and the wind do of their own nature. We must learn to keep the balance. Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility.


Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore

Saturday, April 11, 2020

The Greening of the Mountains

 Tuesday, April 7, Black Mountain NC, looking south from State Street (aka Hwy 70)

This shows the tufts of green trees only go about halfway up the mountain.

 A cloudy day gives deeper color green, and looking through the bare maple to the dogwood and some more colorful ones on the other side of the building. But the sides of the mountain are very grey still!

April 9, Thursday, sunshine and a clearer view of the colorful trees in the valley.

 Dawn on April 10.
 The early light makes everything golden.



Today's Quote:

Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames.

Who gets up early to discover the moment the light begins?
What was whispered to the rose to break it open last night was whispered to my heart. 
You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. 
Taste this. It won’t make you wild.

It’s fire. 
Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood. 
Set your life on fire.
Seek those who fan your flames. 

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same. 
To change, a person must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon, the life-energy of the soul. 

What is the body? 
That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the entire universe. 
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival. 

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. 
Welcome and attend them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight. 
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. 
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off.

That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
You haven’t dared yet lose faith - so, can faith grow in you?
Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being. 
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

 
—Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī
this being human is a guest house

Sunday, May 19, 2019

These mountains I love





a bit of haze that gradually cleared, giving us sunburns which we gladly welcomed in early spring.




 The motel part of the Pisgah Inn
 looking toward the restaurant and gift shop
my favorite easily identified wildflowers!

Thursday, April 25, 2019

On the road

From St. Augustine, FL

To Spartanburg SC...where I finally saw mountains of home again!

Friday, July 20, 2018

The mountains are my home

Looking down in the valley from the lush Blue Ridge Parkway...



Finally got a shot of the Craggy Pinacle tunnel just before driving through it.  On the other side is a very nice overlook with a parking area kind of hard to see from this direction...the "Overlook ahead" sign is there, but nothing right at the turnoff.




 Burnett Reservoir is the source of drinking water for Asheville.



Unlike many reservoirs, this one has no access for public recreation, and the parkway even has signs to protect the runoff by not having cars pull off the road for 15 miles above it.  The same signs can even be seen on Interstate 40.  However, local roads don't have signs, and Black Mountain and Swannanoa and Oteen (all up hill of the Burnett Reservoir) have many folks parking along roads and on grass.  I guess since they have businesses and homes there, the runoff from them is considered part of the environment!


The other side of this overlook looks north west and that's Interstate 26 in the distance.

Today's quote:

I have millions of bodies to live in.

I will dress myself in the moonbeams,

in the gauze made of fine silvery threads,

and pass my time in tranquil rest.

I will sing my songs in the form of hill streams and brooks,

in the form of the rolling waves; I will move on.

I am the soft-footed wind which walks on in ecstasy.

I am the ever-gliding form which goes on as time.

I descended as waterfalls on the mountain slopes,

reviving the faded plants.

I made the roses burst into laughter.

I made the nightingale sing her mournful ditties;

I knocked at the doors and woke up the sleeping ones,

wiping the tears of the one,

blowing the veil from the face of the other.

I teased those near and also far.

I teased you too.

Lo I go, I go, with nothing in my possession .

Swami Rama Tirtha ( written an hour before he left his body)

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Monday, February 12, 2018

Celebrating life and alchemy

 Freezing wind, but warm sun, as I walked around Lake Tomahawk the other day (taken Feb 5, 2018).  I forgot my gloves, but that's ok, because I don't have a cut out finger to use the camera phone...and I'd have to have one glove off anyway.

 It's so pretty when there's snow up on the higher mountains.




Thank heavens there's a zoom feature, so you can see a bit more of the mountains. I was standing on the bridge where the overflow runs out of the lake...part of the dam.

At the other end of the dam, looking again past the fountain in the middle, I can see the green roofed Rec. Center.  There's actually a bit of snow on one of those mountains, known as the Seven Sisters.  Though one of them is named Greybeard, the early naming pioneers must have had a sister with a bit of whiskers, don't you think.

As an artist working in clay, I frequently am using chemistry in mixes of glaze colors...one of the closest functions to the word "alchemy." The firing to high temperatures is where the most alchemical processes occur.  Here's an interesting short video about the alchemy of color in pigments which have been used in painting for centuries...Alchemy of color


WORD FOR THE DAY
Being unappreciative might mean we are simply not paying attention.
David Whyte