"To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind is not to die"

"Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer.  To Live in Hearts we leave behind is not to die"  

~Thomas Campbell

The Sound of Water

 

Collection of Moments

 

Song of the Trees II

 

Song of the Trees

 

Big Witch Overlook

 

More Beautiful than the Eye can Behold!

 More beautiful than the eye can behold!

Rejoice in the Lord

 "Rejoice in the Lord always,

Again I say, rejoice!

Let your gentleness be know to all men.

The Lord is at hand."

Philippians 4:4-5 NKJ

The Lord Provides

 

"And my God shall supply all your needs

according to HIs riches in glory by Christ Jesus."

Philippians 4:19 NKJ

Pray with Thanksgiving

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything 

by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving,

Let your requests be made known to God;

Philippians 4:6 NKJ

Peace in the Cherokee Forest

Plants in the Mist

The plant grows in the mist and under clouds as truly as under sunshine." 

--William Ellery Channing

Like the seed that has lain in the ground all winter, in spring it will begin its springtime dance into new life.  One who is higher than I leads me through this dark land.  I am moved along in steady and unseen ways into new life.

Healing After Loss

Martha W. Hickman

Rhythm of a flowing River

"But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
By Alfred Tennyson


I am renewed and refresh every time I visit the forest, mountains, rivers, and wildlife.  There is a rhythm of hope in every sound of nature. Nature's rhythm is music to my heart.

The Trees

The Trees


by Phillip Larkin


The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.


Is it that they are born again
And we grow old?  No, they de too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.


Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Mary Lee Smith-Brown with her granddaughter Angela in Cherokee County, Ga.  She loved the Smoky Mountains.  She had Cherokee Indian ancestors, Augusta Cole and Mourning Brown who lived in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina.

Shaconage My Ancestral Home

Mingus Gist Mill