It's 40 degrees. It's 9am, I have already shared coffee with the propane guy, made a fire, and caught up with an old friend. The upset feeling from waking up early by Atlas and the propane guy lasted 1.5 seconds once I saw the sun's golden blanket drips the mountains outside my window. I would much rather experience dreaming with my eyes wide open.
These last 2 days have been a long cold breath of laziness and
smiles. The rain has soaked the mountainside..so I've been foraging for
mushrooms, to which I have found several kinds already. Went into town for
yoga, ordered a used book from the little book store up the hill in downtown
Sylva, met a cat, danced to 'Smokey Mountain Rain' by Ronnie Milsaps possibly
more than once, made stellar vegan 'clam chowder,' and have now acquired so
many 'epic' hikes around the area I have a list I am nervous I will never get
to actually finish. It's like having eyes bigger than your stomach..or like
putting too much of a good thing on your plate at Thanksgiving. Where
everything looks absolutely amazing and its all right there in front of you. So
you obviously get a little of everything -because there are times in
life-where we just can't make a decision.
Country music with the
fire this morning and writing about Thanksgiving has inspired the making of
vegan biscuits and 'sausage gravy.' Post morning hike reward ♡ Couldn't be
happier.
Life
is what you make it and "You are what you believe yourself to be,"
Paulo Coelho
(& tattooed on my right arm).
Cheers to
week 1 in the magical smokies xx
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