From These Hills

Beauty & Wisdom from Appalachia


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Something to Say

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Looking towards Johnson City from Horseback Ridge

“I write because I want to tell something that makes me glad and strong.
I want to say it. Things come to me in gleams and flashes, sometimes in
words themselves, and I want to weave them into a melodious, harmonious whole.”

Andrew to Alexa in “The Elect Lady” (1888)
George MacDonald, 1824-1905

 


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Greatness

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View from Unaka Mountain, looking towards Buffalo Mountain and Johnson City

“The greatness comes not when things go always good for you.
But the greatness comes when you’re really tested, when you
take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes.
Because only if you’ve been in the deepest valley
can you ever know how magnificent it is
to be on the highest mountain.”

Richard Nixon, 1913-1994
U.S. President



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Locked in a Seed

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Tipton-Haynes State Historic Site, Johnson City

“Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom,
which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies,
the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one
which calls forth faith rather than reason.”

Hal Borland, 1900-1978
Sundial of the Seasons (1964)
American author and journalist

 


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Words

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Tipton-Haynes State Historic Site, Johnson City

“In this strange patterned time of contemplation
That, in time, breaks time, breaks words, breaks me,
And then, in silence, leaves me healed and mended.
I leave returned to language, for I see
Through words, even when all words are ended,
I, who live by words, am wordless when
I turn me to the Word to pray.
Amen.”

Madeleine L’Engle, 1918-2007
“The Weather of the Heart” (1978)

 


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Something to Say

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Looking towards Johnson City from Horseback Ridge

“I write because I want to tell something that makes me glad and strong.
I want to say it. Things come to me in gleams and flashes, sometimes in
words themselves, and I want to weave them into a melodious, harmonious whole.”

Andrew to Alexa in “The Elect Lady” (1888)
George MacDonald, 1824-1905

 


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Wet and Wildness

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Water Strider, Ramsey Creek Falls, Buffalo Mountain Camp

“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness?  Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.”

Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844-1889, Inversnaid
Jesuit priest and English poet

 

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