• Jill O. Patrick

On Top of the Mountain

This past weekend, I had quite the experience. I went to the mountains. I did not hike through the mountains, but I saw a place where the mountains sit high, with a magnificent view.

I traveled to the mountains with others to beautiful and scenic city of Black Mountain, North Carolina. I felt welcomed as I looked through the vehicle window. Outside the fresh air and the silence of the town made me feel at peace.


I had gone to the mountains for a convention. The city and the facility were places that I had never gone to before, although many of the roads that lead us there, I had once or twice previously rode.

I had hoped to see trees with leaves in shades of yellow, red and orange. However, a stranger suggested I return in November. I felt a tinge of disappointment.

The amount of time spent in Black Mountain, North Carolina, was quite memorable. Being amongst a kind group of people, we fellowshipped, sang and listened at the Dorothy Walls Conference & Retreat Center in Black Mountain near Asheville, where it was clear, I felt humbled, blessed and honored to be there.

At the end of this trip I was happy that I had gone. I hope to have other new experiences. So, as we go through life, with perhaps an open heart and mind, it might be best, if we step out on faith, and occasionally explore the untroddened path.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; (an excerpt)

Take good care of yourself,


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