Asheville

 I arrived in Asheville last night.  I immediately felt at peace.  It grew as day arrived and I could see the mountains.  

I’m so happy I came here.  Watching the fellow tourists, seeing the mountains, stopping at all my favorite shops has allowed me to escape out of my mind.  Thoughts that were dark and heavy on the upcoming surgery and of death.  

This place has such a magical affect on me.  It always has.  This time it’s more powerful.  All is well.  

It isn’t that I have stopped thinking entirely on this heart surgery.  This trip has put a bit of a stopper in it.

I have found that I get tired so fast here.  Probably because I’m walking everywhere and the higher altitude.  I listen to my body very well though.  I listen sincerely when it tells me to stop and rest or to stop and take a nap. I’ve learned to not feel rushed or guilty when I sleep in instead of being angry that I am wasting precious time here.

I do regret not renting a car but something told me not to. Perhaps driving higher into the mountains would not be a healthy choice.  Perhaps if I drove I wouldn’t stop myself from going hiking and I definitely know that would be a bad idea.  

So tomorrow is another day in this beautiful place that I’m so very grateful for.