From These Hills

Beauty & Wisdom from Appalachia


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Patches of godlight

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Rocky Fork, Unicoi County, TN

“We — or at least I — shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions
if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest. At best, our faith and reason
will tell us that He is adorable, but we shall not have found Him so,
not have ‘tasted and seen.’ Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you
something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy.
These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of godlight’ in the woods of experience.”

C. S. Lewis, 1898-1963, Irish author and scholar
“Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer”

“Patches of Godlight: Father Tim’s Favorite Quotes”
by Jan Karon, author of the bestselling Mitford Years Series

 


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Too many legs to love?

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Ichneumon Wasp, Bass Lake, Blowing Rock, NC

“Two-legged creatures we are supposed to love as we love ourselves.
The four-legged, also, can come to seem pretty important.
But six legs are too many from the human standpoint.”

Joseph W. Krutch, 1893-1970
American ecology writer and naturalist
from Knoxville, Tennessee

 


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Less Alone

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Poppy field at Farmhouse Gallery, Unicoi, TN

“That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone,
that we are more deeply inserted into existence than
the course of a single life would lead us to believe.”

John Berger, 1926-
“The Sense of Sight”
art critic, novelist, painter

 


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Advantages?

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River Otter, Grandfather Mountain, NC

“Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike,
they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them,
their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies,
their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills.”

Voltaire, 1694-1778
French Enlightenment writer and philosopher
letter to Count Schomberg, 31 August 1769

 


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My Symphony

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Aunt Willie’s Wildflowers, Blountville, TN

“To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;
to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart;
to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly,
talk gently, await occasions, hurry never;
in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common — this is my symphony.”

William Henry Channing, 1810-1884
clergyman, reformer

 


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Open the Door

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Doe River near Roan Mountain State Park, TN

“As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest,
or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream,
the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.”

Stephen Graham, 1884-1975, The Gentle Art of Tramping
English novelist and travel writer

 


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The Simple Life

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“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating;
to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter;
to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest
or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life.”

John  Burroughs, 1837-1921,
American naturalist and essayist

 


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How Can I Find You, God?

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“How can I find you, God? How can I claim your strength?
I am tired, so tired…tense, so tense. And my nerves are screaming.
Now, if ever, I need you. I need your reassurance and your peace.
Yet there is only this raw trembling vacancy inside me.
This sense of emptiness and futility. Come back to me, Lord.
Calm me, quiet me, for I am indeed weary
and heavy-laden and I need your promised rest.”

Marjorie Holmes, 1910-2002
Inspirational writer

 


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Blessed Release

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Watauga Lake 

 ”I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees.  The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.  It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day.  It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.  Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me — I am happy.”

Hamlin Garland, 1860-1940,
American novelist, poet, essayist

 

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