Feb 22, 2009

From the Teachings of Rumi

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.

Rumi

Feb 20, 2009

Heaven

Moving to Asheville and getting settled has robbed me of time to reflect, at least reflect and share it.

In the mornings when I am on the way to work and dodge wild turkeys and make my way to the Smokey Park Hwy and I look off in the distance and see the mountains rising up high into the clouds, I am still amazed at such beauty. I am humbled to think that my creator has surrounded me with such amazing beauty. I feel like a kid a few weeks before Christmas anticipating the change of seasons. As I drive west and look up to the highest peaks and see snow, its like opening up another package.

I can hardly wait to see spring, bringing everything to life and of course put my camera to use again.

This is a special place, it has been sacred to me since I can remember. My first trip through this area happened many years ago with my family. I remember my mom (having never really been to the mountains) became fearful at what she thought were huge and dark thunder clouds. She use to have an unusual fear of storms - I am thinking back now and realizing it was probably due to the fact we had experienced a tornado through our subdivision in the past. Needless say my dad calmed her nerves and as we progressed through the mountains she also must have been in awe.

I can't imagine what is next. I am so blessed to work with such a great group of people, I feel like I am making a difference and thats all that really matters to me.

I am not sure I will ever leave this area. I wish my family was here with me, but we all have our lives to live, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am living mine, rather than just existing in it.

Feb 9, 2009

The Lake

I haven't posted as much as I thought but getting settled into a new home and job, not to mention catching up on school has a way of stealing all your time. However, I did manage to go out this past weekend for a short while and snap up some photos of the lake, Enka Lake to be exact.
The community I live in is called Biltmore Lake, but the lake itself, is Enka lake to all the natives and long time residents of this area. It's a beautiful place and I can hardly wait until spring/summer to see it come alive with green and take some of the boats out for a lazy drift along the water.