Upward over the mountain.

"Life is a question of nerves and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone in colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you once had loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line in a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had once ceased to play..

I tell you it is on things like these

that our lives depend."

-Oscar Wilde

Morning. :) Sometimes for reasons unknown aside from the obvious, I dream of the Blue Ridge mountains. Something about mountains has always made me feel safe, and having been on the edge of these southeastern mountains more than once this year for various occasions such as my drive from California to Massachusetts and recently Bonnaroo, I now stand fascinated by the stunning ribbons of road, small mountain towns, curves, plunges, rivers, wildlife, history, cabins and overall artistic passion of the area. There's a sort of magic that radiates that land, and it tugs at my heart as if there's a subtle pull luring me back there to really explore and immerse myself into the hiking, local stores and camping in that summer mountain air.

Something about this sweet Iron & Wine song transports me to the lovely area where a land filled with the allure of outdoor adventures, bluegrass music, southern hospitality and winding romantic roads so often calls to me. :) I think that sometimes we all have places that tug at our hearts in ways we're not always uncertain of, but I know that we should listen and follow where we are quietly lead to.

Have a beautiful June day, and keep on keepin' on. ;)

"So may the sunrise bring home where it once was forgotten.

Sons are like birds, flying always upward over the mountain."