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More Gaze, Less Craze

By Simone Lipscomb | January 14, 2025

***Grandmother Tree on Ramsey Cascades Trail***

With a recent intention to stop and ‘listen’ to trees while hiking, I keep feeling the trees ask me to slow down and stay a while. Every time I do this, the question arises—Why are humans in such a hurry? Whether it’s originating in my consciousness or I’m feeling the tree asking I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. It’s the same question every time.

Star gazing with a telescope, especially photographing the changes happening during a session, has taught me how fast I move and want things to happen. And how the movements of heavenly bodies isn’t something we can rush.

***Mars sits below the Moon and slightly to the left***

Last night I was watching the Moon occult (pass in front of) Mars. Luckily, I have a high screen-free window that is perfect for moon-gazing, so I set my telescope on its tripod on my dining room table rather than in the snow and 26 degree temperature at 8.30pm last night. I was comfortable and warm, so no excuse to rush this amazing phenomenon.

After finding the Moon and Mars, focusing the telescope, and centering the heavenly bodies, I sat witnessing this event that occurs every 26 months. Last time this happened was December 18^th, 2024.

***Moon and Mars, with Mars almost directly below the Moon and very close to being occulted***

It took 30 minutes from the time I started photographing until Mars disappeared behind the Moon. I used the three viewing distances the telescope offers, reset the focus, and continually recentered the Moon as it moved across the sky. It’s not easy to see it move without a telescope, but with a fixed viewing platform, it moves rather quickly. But quickly is a relative way to describe the movement.

As I write this 10 hours later, the Moon is about to set and is dancing with Venus. That’s a long time, if you stay up and watch it move across the sky, but only one night’s travel out of a year’s waltz of cycles. So how can it feel so long for a 30 minute viewing session of Mars being occulted by the Moon?

I laugh at myself and think of the question that arises every time I stop and listen to trees. Why are humans in such a hurry? Last night I felt that question as a small impatience began to grow within me. So, I took a deep breath and relaxed as the Moon and Mars did their biennial frolic.

Dali’s melting clock painting was a great image to hold as I allowed myself to expand into astronomical time. With no excuse to hurry anything, I sat and allowed the beauty to sink into my bones and the wonder to arise from that deep place within where memories of ancestors sitting and marveling as constellations moved across their dark skies lives.

George Masa, (1885-1933) a photographer who immigrated from Japan, explored and preserved the natural beauty of the Southern Appalachian Mountains. He was fond of saying, “More walk, less talk.” I thought of him this morning as I contemplated star gazing. Maybe my new saying will be, “More gaze, less craze.”

***A bit of Mars red tint can been seen in this image as the Moon nears***

While the beauty is what draws me to the night sky, heavenly bodies are teaching me to slow down and break free from speeding through life. Why do humans move so fast? Maybe we think we have somewhere else to be…but what if the only place we have to be is here…now.

Open the Door

By Simone Lipscomb | January 4, 2025

I was a bit overzealous in piling the incense blend I made onto the glowing charcoal. My home filled with the sweet smoke, which is awesome. But I was concerned it would cause the smoke detectors to start blaring, which would make my dogs lose their minds…not so awesome.

It was 26 degrees outside, but the wood stove had us nice and toasty. I opened the back door to allow some of the smoke to escape.

Sunlight was streaming in at the exact right angle from the high window. The smoke turned into a living, breathing thing as it slowly drifted out the door, wafting towards the brisk air and open space.

I considered how our thoughts are like smoke. They go out into the world, creeping along, harming or healing.

What we think about and dwell on grows. Ponder wisely, the smoke said, as it meandered out the door. Sometimes it’s good to open the door of our mind and let thoughts go.

The Twelve Hikes Challenge

By Simone Lipscomb | January 1, 2025

Over the course of 12 days away from work, I finished a goal I set to hike each day. I called my self-challenge, The Twelve Hikes of Christmas. Over the course of this time, I hiked a total of 57.63 miles and had an elevation gain of 9302 feet. No records, but that wasn’t the reason I did this.

I chose a word to describe each hike and this is what I ended up with, in order: Celebration, Foundation, Challenge, Beauty, Fun, Recovery, Reconnection, Adventure, Solitude, Expansive, Grief, Peaceful.

The overall takeaways from the challenge were: Setting goals helps me maintain momentum; Nature is the ultimate ‘everything’ for me; being able to adapt to changes brings joy.

I hiked easy trails, icy trails, challenging trails. I saw devastating loss of grandmother trees. Every experience was valued.

As I hiked, I worked on getting clear on my path forward and how I want to contribute to raising of consciousness on the planet. But mostly, I simply enjoyed being outdoors in places of amazing beauty.

High winds or icy conditions on the road through the national park hindered some hikes I envisioned doing. I didn’t get to hike a favorite trail I really wanted to hike. The one day I could have, I chose a new trail and found it might be a new favorite. Moving forward in life, I was reminded to trust my intuition and how things come together. It will be exactly what I need and want.

I have been in a magical world of Nature for 12 days, so the next challenge is to stay peaceful and grounded as I move back into the muggle world of a ‘job.’ Prior to my time off, I was struggling to go outside and walk after eight-hour work days. I need to prioritize going outside each day and enjoying Nature, no matter what. This is vital for my wellbeing.

Day	Date	Location	Word	Elevation Gain	Mileage
1	Dec 21	Oconaluftee River Trail	Celebration	52 feet	3.26 miles
2	Dec 22	Deep Creek	Foundation	243 feet	3.51 miles
3	Dec 23	Lonesome Pine	Challenge	2454 feet	6.88 miles
4	Dec 24	Ramsey Cascades	Beauty	2323 feet	7.95 miles
5	Dec 25	Jump Off—AT	Fun	1588 feet	6.55 miles
6	Dec 26	Oconaluftee River Trail	Recovery	46 feet	3.28 miles
7	Dec 27	Bradley Fork—Hitching Post Falls	Reconnection	466 feet	5.87 miles
8	Dec 28	Deep Creek/Indian Creek	Adventure	715 feet	8.02 miles
9	Dec 29	Oconaluftee River/Blue Ridge Parkway	Solitude	194 feet	3.11 miles
10	Dec 30	Williams Pulpit Bartram Trail	Expansive	1093 feet	4.12 miles
11	Dec 31	Asheville Botanical Gardens	Grief	102 feet	1.2 miles
12	Jan 1	Kituwah	Peaceful	26 feet	3.88 miles

Rockin’ Your Place in the World

By Simone Lipscomb | December 9, 2024

At mile five of a seven mile hike from the start of *Kuwohi Road, I came upon a cliff face completely transformed. Over the usual craggy rocks was a massive display of icicles. Icicles….that doesn’t even begin to describe the immense columns of frozen water dripped and twisted into temporary stalactite formations. It seemed to stretch into forever.

I stood in awe at the pillars of frozen artistry and heard myself saying out loud: I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. You are amazing! You are rockin’ your place in this world.

And that’s what I kept feeling as I wandered past the ice arrays…the icicles were completely being the highest expression of what an icicle can be. They allowed themselves to be molded into the perfection of what they could be. Gravity, wind, and low temperatures sculpted their development and in complete surrender to those forces, unimaginable beauty was the result.

I eventually hiked on two miles past the field of ice and then turned back towards the gate and my car. By the time I reached them again, it was mile nine of the hike with five more miles to go before rest. But I had to stop and stand in awe…again.

What would happen if we, as humans, surrendered so completely to our beauty, to our destiny? It’s easy to set a path forward and forget the things that cause our heart to stir, the dreams we had about our path and force our way to fit in some box created by society…schools, families, churches, communities….that we are expected to stay in to be ‘successful.’ What would those icicles look like if there was a transparent box catching the dripping water? They certainly would look different.

So how can we get back to our soul’s promptings and surrender to them to become the highest expression of ourselves? We can start by reflecting on what we truly love to do and start practicing that, even in small moments. Drawing, painting, writing, singing, dancing, woodworking, hiking, photography…the list is endless. We can learn to listen to the small voice within that whispers and reminds us of what lights up our lives. We can ask, What makes my heart sing?

It’s never too late. What will you do to be the best expression of this beautiful life you have been gifted?

*Formerly Clingman’s Dome Road. It was recently renamed Kuwohi, the Cherokee word for the mountain…which means, Mulberry Place.

Pack for What You Want

By Simone Lipscomb | November 25, 2024

We had a weather system that brought snow a few days ago. Upper elevations in the national park received several inches. This meant the main road through the park was closed until the road could be plowed. They don’t use chemicals to melt the ice, so sometimes it takes a few days for the road to re-open after a snowfall.

I hadn’t hiked my favorite hike the entire month and the snowfall made me really want to make the trek; however, the road was still closed.

I woke up Sunday morning and throughout the morning, checked the park’s website. The road remained closed. I started filling my pack for another hike in the park, but then stopped. What if I prepared for the longer hike up Alum Cave and head to that entrance to the park. If the road was open, I could do the trail. If not, I could do a shorter one in a campground.

I left my home at 11am and when I got to the park, they had just opened the gate. Even though parking at Alum Cave is challenging, nobody else thought the road was open so I figured I had a good shot at a parking space. And I did. I’d never seen the parking lot so empty.

It was noon when I started hiking and I knew I had only 5 ½ hours of daylight to complete the 10+ mile hike. It is a hike with an elevation gain of 2671 feet and lots and lots of steps. By 3pm, I’d need to be heading down and gave myself that cut-off. If I had not reached the lodge by 3, I needed to turn back. A headlamp is fine and I’ve done early morning hikes with a headlamp, but temperatures would drop again and I wanted to be done by 5.30.

Little patches of snow were beautiful along the trail. It was very muddy from snow melt, but no snow or ice was on the trail until I got to a log bridge above Arch Rock, over two miles up. I started noticing more little slushy patches of snow, but didn’t have any long stretches of snow to navigate until I was above Alum Cave.

There was a definite temperature change as I gained elevation and the famous ledges began to have a bit of snow. I used microspikes as needed and found them really helpful, although the few other people I met were not using them.

About a mile and a half before the lodge, there were long stretches of snow and the wind began to pick up. It felt good actually, because I was working hard to make the lodge by 3pm.

When I reached Hallelujah Curve, the last half mile of relatively flat trail lay ahead. It was covered in packed snow that was slippery. The spikes helped me continue at a good pace and I arrived at the lodge precisely at 3pm. Considering I’d stopped to put on and take off the spikes several times, I was happy with my time; however, I didn’t have time to sit and rest and eat. I had to boogie back down the 5+ miles. I took a few photos, used the vault toilet, and started down the trail.

It was a wonderland of high-elevation fir and spruce forest. The balsam fir smell, which always intoxicates me, was strong. I felt a bit rushed to not be able to spend time wandering and connecting with the trees.

The hike down took 2 ½ hours. Alum Cave, in the late afternoon sun, was exquisite. The warm glow of light on the rock face was lovely. I’ve only seen in in the gray light of dawn and mid-day light.

I made it to the parking lot just as it was getting dark.

The day was a good reminder to prepare for what I really want in life, not just what appears to be possible. Had I packed for the shorter hike I assumed I’d have to do, I couldn’t have done the hike I really wanted to do.

Always be prepared for what you truly want in life. Expect that it is possible.