We are driven by a relentless pursuit of peace…

Surrounded by towering pines and hardwoods, I’m safe in the embrace of nature. Its 50 degrees outside in June, so I’m ensconced in three layers of clothing and a warm blanket. The steam from my coffee rises to greet my nose and its heat warms my hands. The birds are singing in the trees and the sun is rising, highlighting the towering mountain in the distance. I could sit on this screened porch in the mountains forever.

But there is a discontent in my heart that disturbs the perfect peace that surrounds me.

Even though I have a beautiful home and a lovely garden and amazing friends in my coastal hometown of Wilmington, NC, I don’t want to live there. I want to live here, in the serene mountains of North Carolina.

My heart longs for the peace that I feel here.


Have you ever wanted to be a hermit?

I’m sitting by a mountain stream in a rocking chair, feet propped up and enjoying the warmth of the setting sun.  I keep inching my chair closer and closer to the water.  The sound of water washes over my soul like a cold washcloth on a feverish forehead.  My soul longs for peace and quiet and solitude and no people to be found for miles and miles to see.