Appalachian Mountain Dreams

Fred managed to wake up a bunch of blog readers this morning and the conversation is already going strong… Fragments From Floyd: Curiosity, Wonder and Awe: “Curiosity, Wonder and AweSometimes, when you are haunted by the same issue again and again in the period of a few days, and seemingly in random unrelated conversations, you might start to think that

SIMPLY WAIT: BECAUSE THEY BOW TO YOU WHEN THEY SAY GOOD-BYE: ” It occurred to me that we don’t bow to each other nearly often enough. Not physically or spiritually. We don’t acknowledge the sacred in every encounter, every conversation, every parting.” I know it’s not just me…Fred First attracts the most interesting readers and bloggers to Fragments From Floyd.

Loose Leaf Notes: ““Mining the Gold of a Story,” which comes from this excerpt from the book: In this physical world, we have to mine for treasure. Gold and silver are precious gems are not usually found lying around on the surface of the earth. It’s the same with us; we have to excavate our own treasure, down through the

I was reading in Ripples this morning where David was discussing a conference on Sustainable Development held in Abingdon, Va. The following quote really jumped of the screen at me… Ripples: post-corporate adventures: Sustainable Economic Development for Southwest Virginia?: “Governor Kaine emphasized this point near the end of his speech. ‘Success goes to those who tell their story to the

It has been a few weeks now since I jumped back into this try at blogging. I don’t think I have quite gotta handle on what I am trying to say yet. I am not even sure why I feel the need to throw this out into the ether. If you are along for the ride, bear with me and

It has long been a theory of mine that the myth of our lives is created in the reflection we see in the eyes of our loved ones and friends. It is through our trying to live up to the myth created around our lives by those who watch that we surpass the mundane. Stowe Boyd (no relation that I

“Were captive on the carousel of timeWe cant return we can only look behindFrom where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle game” “Take your time, it won’t be long nowTill you drag your feet to slow the circles down” “Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming trueThere’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plentyBefore

This months issue of Mother Jones has an article on Polyface Farm and Joel Salatin. His comments on farming and politics really speak to me. No Bar Code: ““We don’t have to beat them,” Joel patiently explained. “I’m not even sure we should try. We don’t need a law against McDonald’s or a law against slaughterhouse abuse—we ask for too

Just for fun I pulled up this old Landsat Photo and marked my home on it. Do you see me waving? This may give you an idea of why I watch the weather so closely this time of year. Most of what is between me and the Gulf of Mexico stands under at least a little water at some part

Blue Ridge blog: “Hugh Morton passed away yesterday. Mr. Morton is a famous North Carolinian who championed the preservation of the Tarheel State’s scenic beauty through his photography . It helped that he owned a mountain as grand as Grandfather. “ I never had the privilege of meeting Mr. Morton, but, he was one of the people in North Carolina