Day #136 – Great Smoky Mountains

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Day #136 – Great Smoky Mountains

To be surrounded by the beauty of nature in the Great Smoky Mountains takes me to a place deep within where I commune with the Creator of all I behold.  My quiet thoughts travel to the Cherokee peoples who walked the same paths as I now tread, making gentle, crunching sounds upon the fallen leaves and twigs.  What must they have felt here in the towering grandeur of this place?  I breathe deeply the aroma of this sacred sanctuary.  The earthy scents of late blooming flowers mingled with decay must have been the same for those early inhabitants. When I stand quietly, alert to what is...

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Day #132 – Cathedral Bascilica of St. Francis of Assis (Santa Fe)

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Day #132 – Cathedral Bascilica of St. Francis of Assis (Santa Fe)

In downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico sits a strikingly beautiful church known as Cathedral Bascilica of St. Francis of Assis.  This is the seat of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Santa Fe.  It is here that priests and deacons are ordained and the Archbishop blesses the sacred oil used throughout the diocese during Holy Thursday, the Thursday before Easter. Completed in 1886 under the direction of Archbishop Jean Baptiste Lamy, a native ofFrance, this magnificent structure contains hints of the grand cathedrals built in medievalFrance, such as the famous Notre Dame on the Seine River in Paris.  The...

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Day #128 – Kituwah (first Cherokee town)


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Day #128 – Kituwah (first Cherokee town)


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Day #118 – Petrified Forest

Posted by on Dec 27, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Places | 0 comments

Day #118 – Petrified Forest

The first time I saw a piece of petrified wood, I was a seven-year-old “know-it-all”. My uncle, a geologist for an oil company, owned rocks shaped like roses, rocks with holes in them, diamond-looking rocks, but the oddest one was dark colored and very angular. It looked as though someone had shaped it by hand because no rock I knew of had sides so straight and smooth. “What kind of rock is that?” I demanded. ”It’s not a rock.  It’s a piece of wood, but it’s heavier than a rock,” my uncle said. “No it’s not.” “Yes, it is.” “No, it’s not.” I repeated. “Listen, kid . . . it’s wood. I wouldn’t...

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Day #115 – Trail of Tears

Posted by on Dec 26, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Places | 0 comments

Day #115 – Trail of Tears

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Day #105 – Mesa Verde

Posted by on Dec 15, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Places | 0 comments

Day #105 – Mesa Verde

As I stand on the cliffs above Mesa Verde, I listen intently, wondering if I can hear the rustling of the ancient peoples who once lived here. Why did they leave these intricately designed dwellings? Was it famine that forced them to leave a place their ancestors had lived in for centuries? Perhaps, a terrible illness devastated their loved ones. With hearts heavy from grief, did they gather their remaining family and friends and move to where the evil of illness could not find them?  Maybe war forced the women, children and elders to flee to a place of safety. Whatever their reasons for...

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