Tuesday morning, I woke up early as usual and was able to watch the sun creep up over the mountains while drinking a steaming cup of coffee.
Following breakfast and delightful conversation with the innkeepers who I learned were Inn Sitting for the owners who are away on vacation. This couple has made a second career out of Inn Sitting and have "subbed" at more than 60 Bed and Breakfast Inns across the southeast. I could've listened to their stories for hours.
But I had places to go and things to see. My first stop was at the candy store a.k.a the Asheville Farmer's Market.
Heading back towards home contentedly chomping on a apple led me here..............
Foothills Parkway is considered a jewel of the mountains or a complete waste of millions of dollars. Follow the link if you are interested in that story. As for me, I'll enjoy it while I have it because both sections have incredible viewpoints off the ridge in all directions. It was along the Foothills Parkway at this point..........................
It was a perfect roadtrip in every way and although I only drove 288.2 miles total, I felt as if I'd been in another world. Not five minutes after I arrived home, I heard horns blowing and sirens screaming on the highway. A far cry from the total silence I'd heard the prior night as I watched darkness arrive and stars jump out. Why must we always stay so busy creating "noise" that we fail to search for and appreciate the joy and contentment a few minutes of silence would bring? Could it be that we are afraid of what our minds might have to say if we stopped long enough to listen? Maybe it's change we don't want to make. Maybe it's a toxic relationship we don't want to sever. Maybe it's a career decision to which we are unwilling to commit.
I do know this about myself. At no point in time yesterday or the day before, was food or my relationship to it EVER in the forefront of my mind. While sitting in the rocking chair at Pisgah Inn, I could've been eating crickets and dirt for all I cared. I was mesmerized by what was in front of me. Only after I was undressed and in bed did I remember the melt-in-your-mouth type cookies I had seen on the kitchen counter. They never entered my mind as I quietly rocked on that porch watching the stars come out and say hello even though they were less than 25 feet away.
If only my attention could be captivated in this way all the time. That is my goal! Thanks for coming along on my roadtrip!