Two sides of Spruce Pine, NC

Audio of Majo reading this text intro:

https://share.icloud.com/photos/0TEKmZEJG6Jg6TG3FziDxjqTg

Our Christmas day got off to a pretty rough start.

We were snowed in in the Walmart parking lot in Spruce Pine. We had just gotten there in time on Christmas Eve, before the rain turned to freezing rain. Over the course of the night, the temperatures kept dropping and several inches of snow fell.

By the morning, we were snowed in and frozen in: I couldn’t get the doors of my van open even by throwing my full weight against them.

We had 10 hours of propane left in our little heater and $.50 to our name.

We had a tentative plan to rent a wonderful apartment way in the country starting on January 1, but did not have the $200 earnest money that I had promised my new landlord for Friday.

By the end of the day, my dear friend Stef had rented us a room for the week at a sweet little motel down in Spruce Pine – and we had managed to make it there.

The next day, my very special friend Mary Ellen in Chicago told me that she was administering a Covid relief fund that would pay my first three months rent.

Two days after Christmas, I took a walk downtown in Spruce Pine to the fabulous pedestrian bridge suspended 100 feet over the Toe River.

I mused about my circumstances – and about the circumstances of Spruce Pine, a little town that time forgot. In this first video, we can clearly see the sweet side of Spruce Pine being left untouched by modern changes.

https://share.icloud.com/photos/0Fu5xUZMFx0UiFw9vHCzcSuxQ

Later in the day I took another street – just one block away from where I had been walking earlier in the day – and videotaped the less sweet side of Spruce Pine having time pass by.

https://share.icloud.com/photos/0QsXWKL9Nt3hPRua934ef_gBw

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Majo

These days all of my identities are converging: whether I am offering a blessing in the grocery store checkout line, offering a prayer in a poem or experiencing the kinship with all life while walking my or a client's dog - it's all the same. It's all Life.

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