Do You Love Where You Live?

I love Western North Carolina. I love that we’re Western, yet near the East coast. I love that we’re North Carolina and still — we’re Southerners. I’d say we’ve got the four directions covered.

I love this part of the world where there is no straight path to anywhere. We have curves here, plenty of them.

To get around these parts, one must wind a little this way, a little that way, and on the way, we usually notice something new. Maybe it’s a roadside waterfall of wisteria, or a group of farmers who gather on “plow day” to till soil for a local farmer. Maybe its the discovery that a couple of white squirrels moved from Brevard into your neighborhood.

As a devoted Western North Carolina-er, I feel lucky to move through such beauty daily. No matter the season, the bow from nature is quite something. This land is good for you and me.

I love this land and I love the exact spot whereupon my house sits. And because it sits where it sits, ever-evolving views present Mother Nature’s best and finest. The light plays across the valley in winter throwing patches of color. The visual of the mountains softens when weather moves in. There are never-ending variations on sunrises and sunsets. It’s a well-played symphony of sounds and colors every day without fail.

I also love walking in the spaciousness of my home on this land I love. I appreciate the way my home feels — open, airy, and full of nature.

There’s a thing my home does naturally, without any effort at all. The inside of my home welcomes the outside because the builders created light paths. They installed as many windows as legally allowed and architecturally possible (in one room in particular) to encourage nature to pour itself inside this dwelling, and all over yours truly. I am the luckiest girl.

The trees here have long and loving arms. Even at night while I sleep, I feel them breathing. The morning mist comes up the valley and (I swear) right through my windows. My house plants and I do a sun salutation every morning as we reach up, up to sun streaming in. We’re a pretty happy family, me and my leafy companions, in this room of light. We hold hands with each other and our friends outdoors. We talk. We commune. 

I love the miracle of seeing for miles and miles from inside this house. The long scope reminds me there is always plenty of space, that I have room to move.

I am most assuredly my happy self in this house. I love that it supports me in doing what I do. Here, I feel the silence, where words come through the quiet. It is quite magical, the tranquility in this house. It has good steady bones.

I love that people from all over the world sign up to stay in the lower floor of this tree house on top of a mountain (through AirBnB). They tell me stories about lying in bed marveling at the twinkling night lights to the north. Or how the morning mist soothed them and how the mountains appeared, then retreated as the storm moved in.

One visitor was over the moon about watching the first flight of a nest of baby birds. Another visitor, a famous fly fisherman (known for calling fish), wished to see a bear. He called for one, and it came out of the forest, crossing directly in front of him on the deck as he and his wife enjoyed their morning coffee.

When visitors leave, they write kind thank you’s about feeling relaxed and renewed. About wishes granted. About feeling awe. I love this house for its generosity to others.

I love that I lived with Eric here. We had an interesting time, most of it good, much of it great, some of it (as his caretaker) deeply challenging. I love this house and the wisdom ring layers I’ve gained by being here.

I’ll be finding a new residence in the coming months, and gradually I’ve grown amenable (enthusiastic even) about transferring ownership of this dear place to others to love. I’m happy in advance, knowing they will love it, too, for their own reasons.

For me, the beauty of being here for nine years could be summed up in the experience of walking out the front door in early morning in Spring or Summer, surrounded by forest, hearing the soaring call of the wood thrush.

On many days, its flute-clear, three part song sailed through concerns I had collected. It dissolved reluctance or worry in my mind or heart. This tiny, cinnamon brown, speckled breasted, reclusive bird called out many times over the years. Some of those calls came when I needed them most, when I needed reassurance about my future without the man I loved.

I enjoyed the songs of the wood thrush in this forest on more mornings than I can count. It is surely the song of this house, which I’ll be taking with me in my heart wherever I go.

 

P.S. If you’re wondering, no, my home is not sold, but it’s on the market. And yes, I’ll be staying in this area. Western North Carolina is home.

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    Gary Jones

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    Beautiful writing Terri. You’ve always had a gift with words

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Gary! So nice to hear from you. Would love to catch up one of these days. I hope you are well and happy. love, Terri

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    Va

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    Terri–I love where we live too–you made it light up more for me–some times we just take things for granted–your tenderness and love toward this beautiful land that we live made it taste, feel and see what we have here, all the better. Thanks so much. Va

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      Terri Crosby

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      We do take this lush beauty for granted, I believe. I’m glad to offer a happy reminder of all we are so generously given without even lifting a finger, just for being alive! Love, Terri

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    Jean

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    Terri, Your description puts me in a place that soothes my agitated soul right now…beauty and deep breaths. Thank you! J

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    Ron Stirling

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    Thank you for this wonderful pros painting of this special place on Earth. Susan and I have marveled at this area ever since moving from CT to Bakersville. Thanks so much for the introduction bace in the summer of 2016.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thanks so much for your comment, and for visiting here. I still have the plant you brought and it is thriving!

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    Toni Galardi

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    great job! so descriptive and full of passion. I hope a few someones fall in love with your house and the best someone pays you over the asking price!
    May Lakshmi bless you!
    love,
    Toni

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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Toni. And thanks for your house prayers!

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    shiner

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    I have experienced the nature coming into your house, as have my seedlings:)

    There was a day we sat on the porch swing downstairs and marveled at the sights and sounds.
    Your little white table has offered the mountain view of mist swirling playing hide and seek with them.

    It is a truly beautiful experience from inside and out.

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      Terri Crosby

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      Yes, I know you feel nature coming into my house. I have loved starting seedlings for you. Seedlings love it here and so do I. Thanks for all the times you’ve been here to share this place with me. :–)

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    Barbara Hayser

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    Your writing truly captures the stillness,richness of life, and beauty of the mountains. I too have my special place that nurtures my soul…living at the beach. The salty humid air that fills my life with the sweet earthy smell of the marshes. The fog with distant horns signaling cargo ships heading to Savannah. It is a gift to be able to share the mountains and the ocean with their different songs knowing wherever you go there is incredible beauty to be shared. Thank you for allowing us to share your special place
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      Terri Crosby

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      Thank you, Barbara! I love that salty humid air coming into my lungs, too. And what you said about how there is beauty everywhere is the very thing that makes the selling of my house easier. Wherever I go, there will be more and different beauty.

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Rise Up by Andra Day

What a great set of words for these oncoming days.

Rise Up

 
You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry go round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
And move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
When the silence isn’t quiet
And it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe
And I know you feel like dying
But I promise we’ll take the world to its feet
And move mountains
Bring it to its feet
And move mountains
And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
All we need, all we need is hope
And for that we have each other
And for that we have each other
And we will rise
We will rise
We’ll rise, oh, oh
We’ll rise
I’ll rise up
Rise like the day
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I will rise a thousand times again
And we’ll rise up
High like the waves
We’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
We’ll rise up
And we’ll do it a thousand times again
For you
For you
For you
For you
Ah, ah, ah, ah
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Songwriters: Cassandra Monique Batie / Jennifer Decilveo
Rise Up lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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With relatively little time and effort on my part, I feel so much better than I did a month ago.
 
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Sometimes we ask intimate partners to do for us what is actually ours to do.

We ask our partner to give us the reassurance, love or appreciation we feel is missing in ourselves, with the hope that they will give us what we’re asking for—and then we’ll feel better. They’ll take care of our problem.

But when they do give us what we’re asking for, it can never be enough, because we have insufficient context for what they’ve given. We haven’t build the inner foundation to receive it, hear it, welcome it, believe it. They try to help, but their love for us falls into our void, our black hole, our love bucket with no bottom.

As always, there’s hope. Check out the video below.

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