Friday, April 20, 2012

What I've Learned So Far (1)

While glancing back through my journal last evening, a lot of the entries I've written revolve around what I've learned so far during 6.5 months here in the South. Some things I knew before leaving my valley, but others have become strongly evident in the past few months. I've decided to start sharing those lessons that I've learned throughout the next several weeks.

The South provides some stunning displays of the beauty. While a majority of the country was cold and snowy, I was enjoying vibrantly colored azalea bushes in January and the delicate, feminine flowers of dogwood trees. A short drive away, into Savannah, one can be swept away into the dreaminess that Spanish moss, hanging haphazardly from centuries old trees provides; the perfect backdrop to a gentle, historic city. Then of course there is the beach with swaying palm trees and the call of the ocean. There's no denying, the South is beautiful, it's just not my kind of beauty. With all the rural, open country side around me, there is certainly a dry, hard earthy, rawness that I've never known or experienced any where else.

I am a child of the mountains and foothills. One  of the main things I miss most (besides my family of course) about the North is the hills, true peaks and valleys that rise and fall with no logic. Its incredibly easy to gain perspective when one stands at the top of a hill experiencing the sights into a valley can provide, especially when fog is lifting or settling. True beauty to me, are the hills emblazoned with reds and golds of the Autumnal season or the lush greenness they bloom with in the Spring. prefer a cool breeze gently rolling off the hills to the wide sweeping air of the low lands. I miss thick, full grass beneath my feet instead of granules of rocky sand. I miss how much my own life mirrors the hills rise and fall, the seasons and shelter they provide. And the way the fog lifts off the rivers before dissipating over their tops into the atmosphere. The peaks and valleys of the Appalachians are where I am most inspired and feel most alive.

We all have different ideas of beauty and for me, I've learned the beauty of the Southern low coastal country is a beautiful place to visit, but not necessarily to live. Its visually beautiful here, but its not a beauty I can feel, if that makes any sense. What do you consider to be your kind of beauty, is it the ocean, the mountains, a city?