Not only is it tourist season here in Asheville, North Carolina, but this past weekend was also Bele Chere, a large outdoor music festival that takes over the city for three days. Wanting a reprieve from the crowds, I stepped into the quiet oasis of the Ariel Gallery and headed toward the ceramic piece that brings me the most joy.
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I love this post, Rebecca. So beautifully written and thought provoking. Home for me was always where my parents lived, but when they were gone, that place lost all the feel of home. Now my home is here in these same mountains where you live. After a trip away, I get that special feeling of coming home when I see the first ridges of blue in the distance.