Asheville Relocation October 19, 2011

In the "dark wood" of mid-life as Dante so aptly describes it, I was catapaulted by forces of change that turned out to be genies.  I understood that I had the opportunity to recognize the seismic shifts that were taking place inside me, that I must take an abrupt turn off the path I had followed for the last 25 years.  I wanted to live my life from the inside out, rather than the outside in. 

I decided to choose where to live, to follow Joseph Campbell's "bliss" in a literal way, rather than simply incorporating Campbell into the cerebral world of my doctoral dissertation. I moved to Asheville, North Carolina, city built on crystalline rock deposits in an ancient string of mountains.  It is a place in which the metaphysical and the artistic are revered, where people seem happier than in other places.  My jazz composer husband, who loves it here, and I are about to move into a log cabin in the woods where black bears are as ordinary as golden retrievers.  I can recommend biting into the crab burger at Mayfel's in downtown Asheville, whose succulence will bring you to consider becoming a food critic, or sampling the marvels of restaurants that incorporate locally produced, organic and farm-raised ingredients.  I feel like I live in Europe.  If you drive up along the Blue Ridge and experience the vertigo of the views, you will feel utterly alive.  I'll keep you posted! 


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