What my weekend looked like

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3 days and 2 nights in Asheville is just what I needed. I came home more inspired, encouraged, and restored than ever.

We laughed a lot, we didn’t sleep much, and most of all, we ate. And we ate really well and stayed full. I feel that I’m still stuffed from the weekend!

I know with a certain level of conviction that there are two places on earth that I belong — New Zealand and Asheville — and I cannot see that ever changing.

More photos coming soon!

What my weekend looked like

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In short, my weekend looked something like this:

Wet | Bright | Smiley | Cozy | Soft to the touch |

Friday = class at Duke//biscuits//rock quarry (*beauty) // trying to learn how to skip stones//Indian buffet lunch//comedy show, etc.

Saturday = house meeting// cleaning//morning light//pizza with Kels, Dad, Mom, and Sam (*just missing this one) //painting my room//more good food//sound night’s sleep in a big bed at the Carolina Inn.

Sunday= personal alarm clock at the Inn (*aka, a man in a wig)// Weaver breakfast// church in a ballpark with the family (*overwhelming)// Cuban food//organizing newly painted room// study time with Sarah //family study with Emily and Sam.

“Having a lover/friend who regards you as a living growing criatura, being, just as much as the tree from the ground, or a ficus in the house, or a rose garden out in the side yard… having a lover and friends who look at you as a true living breathing entity, one that is human but made of very fine and moist and magical things as well… a lover and friends who support the ciatura in you… these are the people you are looking for. They will be the friends of your soul for life. Mindful choosing of friends and lovers, not to mention teachers, is critical to remaining conscious, remaining intuitive, remaining in charge of the fiery light that sees and knows.”

– Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves

[Photos: Pretty NC days at the quarry//Grace Farson]

What my weekend looked like




It looked like this:

Bright. Happy. Full of smiles.

And sounded a good deal like this:

Magical. Sigur Ros in concert = unreal. There were tears. There was laughter. And there was a lot of existentialist thinking.

“Let us love the country of here below. It is real . . .” – Simone Weil

[Photos: D.C. + Annapolis with the people who make this life easy to love//Grace Farson]