Back to lake views at 5 pm Oct 1, 2020

 

Well, blogger decided to load these backward again, thus you'll find my reason for coming to Lake Tomahawk at the last one.

Just a bit of color next to the lake.

Looking toward the mountains which hide Mt. Mitchell about 15 miles away.

Though our sky was just happily blue with white clouds, we could see the rainy ones in the distance.

The closer mountains here are called the Seven Sisters...just north of Montreat.

The raceway which helps drain the lake had a duck and maybe some driftwood at the head.

And here's the reading group which gathered at 4:30 to discuss a book about racism. Several of the members of this group were out of town today, and I just took their photo and then went walking. First time I made the whole 0.55 mile loop without stopping. Er, except for the several photos shown above.

Today's quote:

When the Beloved wants to take you Home,
extend your hand to His welcoming
even though your body may be trembling
and your mind may want to flee;
even though those around you grieve,
and you yourself have mourned, even before they,
the changing form of your body.
Tears are not the final truth
though they will come and go
like stars that need a dark sky to be seen.
Death is not a failure of a mind
that is not strong enough,
or positive enough, or pure enough.
Those who hold such views are simply
masking fear with ideas of being in control.
We are being lived...
...anguish, fear or deepest grief
cannot alter Who you really are.
The beautiful Spirit that extended ItSelf
in space and time, and called ItSelf by your name,
is simply ready to return, unencumbered by a body,
to Its vast and spacious Unborn Self,
that kisses you at birth,
and holds your hand in death,
and never for a moment
forgets you are ItSelf.

The mind imagines you are leaving,
but where could you truly go?
You are Life ItSelf...
Unceasingly flowing,
moment to moment unfolding Yourself.

A body is born; a body dies; but you do not.
Deep within your heart, you know this Truth.
Rest there.  Rest in the knowing that
opens your heart to all that IS,
that loves ItSelf in all that comes,
and returns to ItSelf in all that goes.

Dorothy Hunt
Buddhist Teacher