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A Trip to the Mountains Steeped in Thought

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Yesterday, we decided to take a ride on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I have written about this road many times in my blog. This place is a true favorite of ours. Many sections of the roadway were closed until recently. It felt like time to venture out.

Life in quarantine starts to feel stuffy after a while. Even if you are able to get out and walk, the isolation seems stifling. We walk in our neighborhood frequently, but it was time to take a little drive north.

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Our intended destination was Craggy Gardens, which stretches between mile marker 364 and 368. I was hoping to see the rhododendrons in bloom. After talking with my friend Lisa (Natural Gardening Blog) she suggested we might be too early. There were a few blooms, but mostly buds so we will take another drive late next week.

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I sent my daughter (Two Moms and a Toddler) the photo above and told her I felt like I could finally breathe. The very act and thought of breathing seems prevalent in my thoughts these days as I think about the recent events in our country. We are still in a global pandemic and now there are protests around the world – many of them tainted with violence on all sides. I keep saying “Just breathe” — and that somehow seems selfish.

I wonder if my fellow citizens can ever come to agreement on equal rights for everyone. It seems in every conversation there is a definitive divide. Everyone argues their point unwilling to listen to another way of thinking. A meeting of the minds does not seem possible. But then, our country was founded on destruction. I remember watching a four part documentary on the History channel: The Men Who Built America: Frontiersmen. It is a tough reminder of our history. As generations pass, we develop historical amnesia I think. Even looking back on the civil rights uprising here in the 60s, many do not have this history in their frame of reference — for some, of course, it is selective amnesia. The only hope is there seems to be much larger cross section our country in support of equality and seeking an end to racism in this country. I hope it is possible, but I just don’t know.

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