Some of us long for belonging to the land, for roots in particular and special places where, for reasons usually beyond our knowing, we resonate with the landscape. For those who have lived other places only to discover home in the Blue Ridge Mountains, there is a mystery and allure that draws them there. This pull First describes as a "magnetic resonance in our bones that pulls us toward an altitude, latitude and slant of sun that simply feels right for us like no place else." For such souls "the mountains hold a nutrient that we can not live without." At fifty four, the author left his...
Some of us long for belonging to the land, for roots in particular and special places where, for reasons usually beyond our knowing, we resonate with ...
What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader ranges widely across the realm of relationships-with family, community, and the global order of nature-both as blessings and as obligations we hold in our hands. Like his first book, this one is, in part, a memoir of place, a "personal ecology" with more about his Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains environment and the non-human neighbors the author lives with. First also brings the reader to more perplexing issues: how much (clothes, technology and stuff) is enough? How ought we to live so that our children's children can live within their means and...
What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader ranges widely across the realm of relationships-with family, community, and the global order of nature-b...
