I Believe
I believe in miracles
The ones not yet fulfilled
The ones that never happened
The ones that never will
And I believe in hope
I choose hope over fear
Even as I shuffle
Through the fog of waning years
Weaving toward the chasm
Stumbling toward the deep
I'm drunk on holy water
My chant is "I believe!"
Martha Maria
March 11, 2011
The Mountains Beyond
In every season, I love to rest my eyes on the ancient and beautiful Cumberland Mountains.
As I travel West Outer Drive, my gaze invariably strays to the enormous, barren cross cut into the side of the mountain by a strip mine several years ago. As I descend South Illinois Ave. into Oak Ridge, my eyes search for the windmills atop Wind Rock Mountain. From Hilltop, in route to Oliver Springs, I always look for the silhouette of the giant mountain woman who seems to recline in tranquil repose, stretching from west to east above Marlow, her entire body, (head, nippled breasts, belly, flanks, knees and feet,) uncannily delineated in the vast contour of mountain peaks.
It is my blessing to live in the shadow of the Cumberlands. My favorite way to spend Sunday afternoons is to hike the trails of my personal temple, Frozen Head Mountain, where my mind, body and spirit are refreshed by the quiet beauty of tumbled boulders, sun dappled creek and wind song in soaring trees.
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