I was an Indiana girl until my husband’s career took us to the Pacific Northwest (PNW) in our forties. After a lifetime of living amid cornfields, Mt. Hood stood majestically outside my living room window for nine years. It translated into a real love affair with mountains. When we moved to the North Carolina (NC) mountains in 2016, our new …
A Different Kind of Beautiful
I’ve always thought my mom was beautiful. Graceful. She was trained in opera when she was young. I remember going with her to weddings, hearing her sing the Lord’s prayer. The whole sanctuary full of guests would fall silent on her last, drawn-out note of, “Ahhhhh-mennnn.” Ooooooh. Still gives me goose bumps to think of it. Gorgeous! A few weeks …
Finding Fascination
My recent fascination with mountains has been fed by our trip to Salt Lake City. The sunset’s glow on those clay cliffs reminded me of the fire on Mt. Sinai and the fear that pressed the Israelites into sin. No wonder they were afraid! What a sight that must have been!