Winter of "yore"

Montreat in the snow, 2011 winter - I was hoping to replace this with a more recent one, but this year has been pretty sparse on snow in Black Mountain and Montreat.  Up on higher peaks, it has fallen a few times though!

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.  Aesop

Ice storm

Looking out the studio window Feb 26 at 8 am.

I posted more photos over at Alchemy of Clay here.

Honeycut Street

Fire Station and Police Station are located at these signs and framed by the Seven Sisters mountains in Black Mountain. Dec. 2013

"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."    Donna Roberts

Sahara Peace Choir concert (w/addendums)

Betsy Murray and Barb Rogers at White Horse, Black Mountain, NC

 
Just to let my friends here in blogland know how very happy I am to have been part of this concert...which just finished a few minutes ago.

Stephanie Heildelman, soloist

I'm home now, coming down from the high of performance.  You should have seen me at intermission...I was flying high.  I don't need drugs!

Rehearsal discussions and some great women working together

The women who put this together were fabulous...and the owners and managers of White Horse in Black Mountain did a good job of running around doing lighting and mike and so on.

Betsy Murray, soloist

Anyway, love of the goddess was put into music, poetry and dance, as led and performed and written by Annelinde Metzner. 

Annelinde leading the choir while Stephanie sings with us

Flute by Cathy, guitar by Deb

M.C. by Nels Arnold

Deb and our very own "crone" Antiga (to whom that term is a complement)

Annelinde and Helen discuss the dancing

I'm so proud to have been part of this group praising all the aspects of goddesses, from ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome, Celtic, African and Sumerian roots.

I hope to receive pics of the concert itself from others soon.


 

A friend in the audience who studied music and sang in operas said this was all new to him.  I just reminded him of how many musical compositions were made in praise of the sacred.

Annelinde Metzner

Promise of things to come

Spring blossoms Lake Tomahawk, 2012

It may be that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.  Wendell Berry. Collected Poems

Dawn's early light

Sunrise from my front porch, winter 2012

Love, yes, love your calling, for this holy and generous love will impart strength to you so as to enable you to surmount all obstacles. 
 St. Mary Euphrasia Pelletier, Embrace the World

Sorry about not posting on Washington's birthday, I think that must have some cosmic reason, of which I can't possibly fathom.  But I'm back!

Chimney Rock outlook

Walking from the concessions area to Chimney Rock outlook - a great summertime place to visit.

This is included in Friday Fences for this week.  I'm actually getting it posted on Friday, rather than the following Wed.  Do I get a gold star?  Come over to see some other great fences!

May the sun bring you new energy by day, may the moon softly restore you by night, may the rain wash away your worries, may the breeze blow new strength into your being.

Apache Blessing

Center for the Arts

Center for the Arts across street behind tree on right, (Harwood Funeral Home sign and flag in front to left) Black Mountain, Fall 2012

A good book

Library in Black Mountain, wintertime

"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone."  Audrey Hepburn

I'm sending this to Fri. Fences!  (Come on over to see some other great inspirations) That red railing surely shows the spirit of the season when I took this.  And that's also the most snow we've seen this winter in Black Mountain ...at least here in town.

Off Montreat Rd

Fall colors along Beech Street, Black Mountain

"We are each other's harvest; we are each other's business; we are each other's magnitude and bond."

Gwendolyn Brooks

Ms. Brooks speaks very poetically, but what does "magnitude and bond" mean?  For me it tends to say we make the other bigger, but also hold them back, or set limits.  What do you think?