What is it about mountains that touch the soul so deeply? Julie Andrews ran to them, John Denver sang about them and the Apostles wanted wanted to build a theme park on one – me, I just love seeing them.
Hands down, the greatest charm of living at the Gateway to the Blue Ridge, is the Blue Ridge. I can see the green rolling hills all the time, anytime I want and I want to see them a lot. Some people say they feel a connection to the divine in the infinite span of a seascape. Me, I find it faroff and unattainable. Give me a mountain that I can see in entirety all the way to the top. I know that the trip to the summit of my mountains wouldn’t be easy but it certainly could be done on my own two feet without walking on water.
I felt the same connection to creation while living in Hawaii. There is was possible to see both the ocean and a mountain time all at one time. It’s no wonder that Hawaiian culture has spiritualized nature so completely. If your eyes are open, it is impossible to miss. Here in the foothills of the Blue Ridge it is the same.