"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.", These were the words of John Muir the great conservationist and explorer. Over the week-end, traveling back from my Thanksgiving Holiday i could feel myself gradually slipping back into the realty of these powerful and elevating words. I was coming back from a great time with even greater people outside of Detroit. The experience was certainly giving strong reminders of so much that I have to be thankful for. I was very happy. But, as I continued driving south down I-75 and the Appalachians began to swell around me like a crone beginning to stir in the morning underneath her thick homemade quilt, I began to realize more and more how much I had missed my home, even over such a short break.
For me landing in Western North Carolina was stepping into a life unexpected. There is humming energy here that is always spring time. And the longer I stay within it the more I know that much of my spirit is restful here. My town, Black Mountain, is my spouse, Asheville; my best friend, and these old hills have become my surrogate grandmother. Driving back home was like walking the seasons, from winter back down to spring.
This is part of why I prefer working as a "buyer's agent" in the Green Asheville Real Estate Market. I get to act as an interpretive guide for a place that I love, and share my enthusiasm with new friends who are filled with all of the excitement that comes with realizing a new dream.
It is wonderful to feel connected to a place, as John Muir clearly understood.
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