THE HAND OF GLORY: THE NURSE'S STORY
On the lone bleak moor,
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Stories from the West Virginia mountains, bits of culture, ghost stories from up the holler, grains of truth and torrents of whimsy, blatant love for all things Appalachian, and a loving life in the hills.
This is Candy Mountain, a flowstone formation at the front entrance to the Council Room.
In the top of the tree there is a huge hole, like a single eye, and I like to think of this tree as having a real soul - a real personality. I do believe in tree and plant spirits - it's part of my culture. This tree is one of the oldest spirits I've come across - and it's hard to believe I discovered it in the midst of Morgantown.
The thing I am requesting your help with is naming this tree. I think it is a shame that the tree doesn't have a name - of course, I've thought of the usual:
"Albus, The White Oak" and "Cyclops"
But I'm hoping that one of you can help me come up with something maybe a bit more creative and original.
I guess "Ravenscroft" isn't too far off either. Any ideas?
Of course I do my share of activities as well. I'm a very active kitty-
But my favorite activity is napping - pretty much anywhere I can find a spot.
I travel well - compact model!
Jason and John take me lots of places with them. I like to travel in cars - and often I'm not in my cat carrier. I know, I know. Bad Cat. I like to be out so I can see what's passing by. I guess it's the WV in me.Here I am resting atop the haul we bought at Rio Mall in Rio, WV. That's Grandpop in front, driving. It was a really nice trip.
Until next post, I urge you all to seek out a story on your own! It is quite exciting!