We climb our mountains one day at a time; still, the clock so steady, meters out the moments.
I watch the sheep in the valley; they leap, they eat, and as darkness settles, they sleep.
Soundlessly, I listen; I listen as one who seeks to know the mystery of the mountains.
I know that mountains cannot speak; I listen to the silence, and it is myself that I hear.
The sun sinks low and the mountains become deep purple; what do I know of the twisting roads that led me here?
I know the road that leads home; I know the roads I travel are mine alone.
I gather my thoughts as one who collects wildflowers in a field; I see the grass blow effortlessly, vast green silk, like a mirage before my eyes.
I look again at the sheep as night comes all at once, the sun completely gone; I know the sheep are still there, but I can no longer see their countenance.
The wildflowers are mine forevermore, bright bursts of color ripe for a rainy day; the tall grass will wither and die, but not the wildflowers tucked within my heart.
Yes, there are legends and stories we speak to ourselves, the whisper of the world deafening our senses; I will remember the mountain wind that stirred my soul, the remembrance of better things to come.
Beautiful message and beautiful photos.
Thank you! Honestly, I fell in love with Asheville. We stayed in a farmhouse and it was so peaceful.
What a beautiful place, Linda. Worth returning to – for its beauty as well as for what it does for your soul.
I would like to go back there again. Everything was so green this time of year…and then the backdrop of the mountains.The quietude was simply amazing. I felt very uplifted. You know the saying about most of the things we worry about never come true…up there in the mountains with the world seemingly so still, the worries over little things subside.
Your Ashville post did something for me too. It made me go out and be amongst green trees here too. While it wasn’t as quiet as I wished for, my heart immediately fell into quiet peace.
So, in a way, Ashville was here too.
We need these moments of quiet peace and reflection wherever we may find them. Like you, I love the trees in every season…but especially now, at the end of a long winter. Spring does inspire us in awesome ways. Just when we need a breath of fresh air, spring arrives! We do not have to travel far to enjoy ‘springtime of the heart’. It is as close as our backyard, and as near to us as each one of our beloveds.
And it is up to us to open our hearts to this blessingđŸ™‚
:):):)
Thanks for your words and photos. Beautiful and peaceful!
Thank you! It was very peaceful in the mountains. I did not want to leave! I think I have developed a case of ‘mountain fever’. I think I will want to return again and again.