Metamorphosis

A Little Bit of Heaven

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:15:34 PDT

Written by richard kerr & graham lyle
Performed by Natalie Cole

The last guest has gone
I can tell youre as thankful as i
A good time was had by all
And a little wine
I know by that look
(hmm) youve got other things on your mind
And I cant resist that sign

So turn out the lights and close the door
We need the night to be alone
Shut out the world-just let it spin
Why dont we make a little bit of heaven
Just talk to my heart
(ooh) say the words that I want to hear
Darling, tonight I need you near
So turn out the light and close the door
We need some time to be alone
Shut out the world-just let it spin
And maybe well touch
A little bit of heaven

Oh---, oh, oh, hmm---
Shut out the world-just let it spin
Maybe well touch a little bit of heaven
Heavens right here for us
We dont need a mountain to climb, no, no, no
Theres just the two of us
And the love between the lines

Turn out the light and close the door
We need the night to be alone
Shut out the world just let it spin
Why dont we make a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light and close that door
Maybe well find a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light, baby, and close the door
I know we can make a little bit of heaven
Honey, turn out the light, yeah, and close the door
Maybe well find a little bit of heaven
Turn out the light and close the door
Maybe well find, oh, a little bit of heaven

Thank You God

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:54:12 PDT

For inspiration, for joy, for hope, for peace... Thank you God for accepting me as I am. I am amazed more and more at your agape love, for your undying committment and your unwaivering truth.

Thank you, from the deepest part of my heart, thank you. I wish I had the voice of a trillion angels, to sing this song of gratitude and thanksgiving.. to speak words that I cannot articulate. To give you even the slightest fraction of what you have given and continue to give to me.

Thank you

To Be

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:17:23 PDT

I want to go up high in the mountains early in the morning just as the sun is peaking over the horizon and lay down in the clouds. Submerge myself in the mist and listen as the world comes alive. Those last few calls of the whippoorwill, and the crickets....as they bid their elusive mates goodbye. I want to watch the sun lift that blanket of fog up to the heavens and let her rays shine down on me, watching that sweet dew evaporate away.

I want to listen to the wind pick herself up and watch as she makes her way down the ravine and into the valleys, as the trees bow and their leaves flitter at her touch.

I want the cool air to fill my lungs as I take in the strong perfume of the neighboring firs, and the crisp clean scent of the earth. I want to be, to lie there and feel the pulse of the earth vibrating beneath me, and become a part of it's energy, and just be.

I want to hear his thunderous voice in the wind and the rustling of the leaves, and the roar as she forces herself over the meadow and a billion blades of grass. I want to hear the song, the one you can only hear when there is silence and awareness. When my thoughts cease to move and there is stillness.

The Dividing Truth

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:59:43 PDT

I haven't posted in a while, but feel inspired today. I am always searching for the Truth of a matter, sometimes at high costs, sometimes at the defeat of my own ego or emotions. I have experienced this before at varying levels, but I think I have really experienced the reality that Truth surely divides.

The truth is not the subject of popular appeal. It never has been. It never will be. Multitudes will never flock to a stadium to hear the truth. Truth divides.

It is better to be divided by truth than united in error. It is better to speak the truth that hurts and, then heals, than falsehood that comforts, then kills. It is not love, and it is not friendship if we fail to declare the whole counsel of God. It is better to be hated for telling the truth than to be loved for telling the lie. It is impossible to find, in the Bible, anyone who stood with God and His truth who did not have enemies and was not hated. It is better to stand alone with the truth than to be wrong with the multitude. It is better to succeed, ultimately, with the truth than to succeed, temporarily, with the lie.

Even the lies we tell ourselves and brand our brains with, searing our consciousness into believing even for years, a lie.

There are truths, that I know now, are better left unsaid, they are our own, they are so piercing so life changing, that to experience them and come to the knowledge of them in our hearts and minds, means we can never turn back. We are changed. Truth is revelation.

The division may be between people, places or things, it may be the revelation between right and wrong - but in most cases it is a division between what the ego wants, and what the spirit declares is true. The death of any part of us, be it ego, or some say self or the death of old ideas, hopes and dreams, is painful. Very painful. It is as if we betray ourselves, believing a lie for what seems a lifetime, and then coming into the revelation that in fact what we have believed all this time, is in fact falsehood. It rips you apart.

Betrayal of ourselves must be worse than that of a lover or friend. A confidante or mentor.

Truth comes on different levels - like the the truth that I have a job, but decribing all the details and intricate workings of my day to day activites, is a greater truth, bring greater revelation and understanding about my job. Likewise, when we start scrutinizing ourselves closely, and monitoring our thoughts and actions, the greater revelation prevents us from living under a veil any longer. Its a tough revelation, one that forever changes us, preventing us from regressing. It severs connections, and old paradigms. Light shines in places we never hoped it would, but there it is clear and concise. Bringing everything into clear focus without question.

Do we share what we see, or do we keep it to ourselves? Do we dispell the notions, the idealogy, or do we just live with it, the Truth? It makes me think of the saying "every action has an equal and opposite reaction".. Truth sets us free, but moves into a different level of captivity. We walk through one door, only to find ourselves facing another.

Wild Turkeys

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 14:47:03 PDT

Its been a while since I posted anything, but wanted to put up a few pictures of a family of wild turkeys that make their way around the neighborhood about 1 time per month. They have grown alot since they last passed by my house along the walking trail out front. There are 13 babies and of course their watchful parents. Pictures taken at Biltmore Lake, NC.

HGTV Dream Home!

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 07:52:12 PDT

Brown Mountain Lights

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 25 May 2009 11:23:39 PDT

Blue Ridge Parkway May 16, 2009

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 17 May 2009 07:40:55 PDT

The Path Series - New Documentary

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 11 May 2009 20:28:36 PDT

After the Storm

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 10 May 2009 16:01:21 PDT

Victory in Defeat

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:11:35 PDT

Victory in Defeat
Defeat may serve as well as victory
To shake the soul and let the glory out.
When the great oak is straining in the wind,
The boughs drink in new beauty, and the trunk
Sends down a deeper root on the windward side.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief
Can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come
to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.

- Edwin Markham

A Day of Hiking Around Biltmore Lake

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:57 PDT

Love Is All

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:57 PDT

Perfect Circle of Sound

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:15:11 PDT

Mexican Flu Outbreak 2009: Special Report

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:15:11 PDT

Swine Flu Hog Wash

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:07 PDT

I have to say that by posting what I am about to post, in no way means that I do not think the Swine Flu isn't or is a real threat to anyone. However, I will say that in comparison to the already available data on regular flu strains - anyone who is fearful of what the media is portraying as a threat... needs to do some research and stop eating up the obvious BULL, that is being fed to you.

The CDC, Centers for Disease Control posts all the stats associated with flu related deaths.

It is absolutely ridiculous that Obama and his administration is pledging so much of your tax money to fight this potential "pandemic" when averaged out, 7 people die every single hour of regular flu and pneumonia combined.... the same flu that it seems we dont have enough money or time to generate enough vaccines each year to combat... remember????

I just saw on the local news where a school is closing down starting today and through Monday for probable swine flu cases in SC.. Now this may be a good idea, but what logic is there behind it... when you look at the 20,000 deaths related to more ccmmon strains of influenza, that occur each and every year according to 2001 data. An excerpt "In the United States, approximately 25 percent of the population has flu-associated illness annually, leading to an average of 20,000 to 40,000 deaths per year".

Put your own brain to work and do your own research, unless you want to be controlled by the propaganda that you so readily gobble up...

Want to see the numbers yourself?
Go to this link

Over The Rhine

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:57 PDT

Over The Rhine..

Excerpt taken from Over The Rhine

April, 2009

Hello friends and extended family,

I know of a glass blower who gets up every morning in the dark to do his work. Before the world wakes up, before the phone starts ringing, in the sacred remains of the night when all is still, he gathers and begins to fuse his raw materials: the breath from his lungs, glowing flame, imagination, dogged hope.

I used to work from the other direction. I loved the feeling of still being up after the rest of the city (and world) had grown sleepy, the light of a lamp making my third story bedroom windows glow while I leaned over my desk and sailed towards something I couldn't name.

Someone sent me this little excerpt awhile back, in a beautiful letter of encouragement I should add, the sort of letter that makes everything slow down, hold still:

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
(GK Chesterton)

I'd really be okay with this being my epitaph.

When I was younger I would often write myself short job descriptions. I was thinking out loud about what might be worth hanging a life on, a life I was willing to sign my name to:

Create spaces where good things can happen.

Give the world something beautiful, some gift of gratitude,
no matter how insignificant or small.

Write love letters to the whole world.

Build fires outdoors, and lift a glass and tell stories,
and listen, and laugh, laugh, laugh. (Karin says I'm still working
on this one. She thinks I still need to laugh more, especially at
her jokes, puns and witty asides.)

Flip a breaker and plunge the farm into darkness so that the stars can be properly seen.

Do not squander afflictions.

Own the longing, the non-negotiable need to "praise the mutilated world."

Find the music.

I still crave the extravagant gesture, the woman spilling a year's wages on the feet of Jesus, the rarest perfume, washing his feet and drying them with her hair, a gesture so sensual it left the other men in the room paralyzed with criticism, analysis, theoretical moral concern - for what - the poor? Or was it just misdirected outrage in light of the glaring poverty of their own imaginations?

To read the rest go to Over The Rhine

Early Girl Eatery

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:07 PDT

When you visit Asheville, please take the time to head downtown to Wall Street and stop off at Early Girl Eatery. This is my favorite place to have breakfast on Saturday mornings.

They have the best homemade pumpkin bread, served warm with real butter - literally melts in your mouth! Then try the sweet potato scramble with chunks of sweet potato, chives, local sausage and a side of double cut bacon and wheat toast, you can't go wrong!

NC Arboretum

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:07 PDT

Just a quick note to mention my trip to the NC Arboretum at Asheville this past weekend. Not much to see considering its still a bit to early, but I did enjoy the bat exhibit and walking along some of the trails, snapping some photos of the bonsai that were left on exhibit (most were being stored away for the winter). This picture is of a Crocus in bloom, the bonsai pics are posted on my facebook page if you are interested.

Seems like a nice place to spend the afternoon if you want to relax and just chill. I will head back when everything starts to bloom and turns green. It was almost 80 degrees a huge contrast to the snow we had last weekend.

Regenerative Healthcare

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:15:11 PDT

Snow!!

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Tue, 05 May 2009 15:13:57 PDT

Just a quick post to capture the snow falling in the neighborhood. This is really the first real snow I have experienced, the previous episodes were really just a dusting...

From the Teachings of Rumi

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 15:38:48 PDT

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.

Rumi

Heaven

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:28:28 PST

Moving to Asheville and getting settled has robbed me of time to reflect, at least reflect and share it.

In the mornings when I am on the way to work and dodge wild turkeys and make my way to the Smokey Park Hwy and I look off in the distance and see the mountains rising up high into the clouds, I am still amazed at such beauty. I am humbled to think that my creator has surrounded me with such amazing beauty. I feel like a kid a few weeks before Christmas anticipating the change of seasons. As I drive west and look up to the highest peaks and see snow, its like opening up another package.

I can hardly wait to see spring, bringing everything to life and of course put my camera to use again.

This is a special place, it has been sacred to me since I can remember. My first trip through this area happened many years ago with my family. I remember my mom (having never really been to the mountains) became fearful at what she thought were huge and dark thunder clouds. She use to have an unusual fear of storms - I am thinking back now and realizing it was probably due to the fact we had experienced a tornado through our subdivision in the past. Needless say my dad calmed her nerves and as we progressed through the mountains she also must have been in awe.

I can't imagine what is next. I am so blessed to work with such a great group of people, I feel like I am making a difference and thats all that really matters to me.

I am not sure I will ever leave this area. I wish my family was here with me, but we all have our lives to live, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am living mine, rather than just existing in it.

The Lake

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:28:28 PST

I haven't posted as much as I thought but getting settled into a new home and job, not to mention catching up on school has a way of stealing all your time. However, I did manage to go out this past weekend for a short while and snap up some photos of the lake, Enka Lake to be exact.
The community I live in is called Biltmore Lake, but the lake itself, is Enka lake to all the natives and long time residents of this area. It's a beautiful place and I can hardly wait until spring/summer to see it come alive with green and take some of the boats out for a lazy drift along the water.

First Snow in Asheville

timnc1@gmail.com (Tim) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:28:28 PST

I am a little late posting anything, getting settled into the new place and starting a new job, while trying to stay on top of school leaves little time for extra-curricular activities.

However... I will post a picture I took of the lake and some of the geese just as the first snow I have experienced here in Asheville, really started to accumulate.

Enjoy!