“Our stories aren’t meant for everyone. Hearing them is a privilege, and we should always ask ourselves this before we share, ‘Who has earned the right to hear my story?’” - Brene Brown The famous Smoky Mountain fog had increased and thickened as the sun rose and was now burning off in waves of humidity. The first time I saw fog like this was on one of D’s field trips to Great Smoky Mountain National Park. We’d parked at Cataract Falls and were taking photos when I remarked that the blue-gray haze reminded me of
No, but I believe that Maury County in MTN is my navel of the universe. My paternal relatives have lived and died there for eight generations. I have a series I’ve worked at over this past year. I’ll see if I can post it on my substack. “Eorthcraeft 1”
This story was interesting. I haven't been back to the Smoky Mountains in what seems like geological EPOCHS so it kinda took me back. Hiking for HOURS on little - known trails ( which I WOULDN'T ATTEMPT now ) even finding a couple of caves / cavelets on the way.
I copied it and pasted it into our exchange in “The Rewind” on April 8th. It’s there for you to read. Please be honest but kind. 🙂
No, but I believe that Maury County in MTN is my navel of the universe. My paternal relatives have lived and died there for eight generations. I have a series I’ve worked at over this past year. I’ll see if I can post it on my substack. “Eorthcraeft 1”
I grew up nearby in the ETN mountains. It’s difficult to think of myself as exogenous to that place.
This story was interesting. I haven't been back to the Smoky Mountains in what seems like geological EPOCHS so it kinda took me back. Hiking for HOURS on little - known trails ( which I WOULDN'T ATTEMPT now ) even finding a couple of caves / cavelets on the way.
Thanks.