Coffee with the County - Behold
My family and I recently returned from a week away in the Great Smoky Mountains. It was glorious in more ways than one. It allowed me a real chance to unplug from emails, meetings, strategic planning, social media, and phone calls. I turned off notifications, and shut down the email on my phone. I was off the grid! Vacation is about the only time I get an opportunity to read for pleasure. A new book had just been referred to me at a recent work conference, and once we settled in, I put my nose in those pages.
The concept was about how entirely disconnected our world is today because of the insane amount of technology growth over the last two decades. (Ironic, isn’t it? We’re the most digitally-connected generation, yet the most isolated and disconnected generation ever.) As I made my way through the text, while also taking in the majesty of the mountainscapes all around me in Tennessee, a churning of reflection started within me. The book talked about the lost art of “beholding” - pausing to take it in, reflect, and embrace what is in front of us. I couldn’t help but do that as we drove the windy roads to our destinations all week. I was captivated by what I saw.
As we drove a mountainous trek one day, I took time to behold the trees. They grew so strong and erect on either side of the road. It felt like a forest around us, thick with brush, trunks, and leaves. But when I took the time to look, I noticed that, not only were they strong and straight out of the ground, but they seemed to lean in together, touching each other’s branches over top of us. It was almost as if the trees reached up and over vacationers to hold hands, providing this majestic covering and tunnel. If I had only been mindful of the road and the destination we were headed to, I would’ve missed it.
As we drove through downtown Pigeon Forge (with LOADS of traffic, mind you), I found my eyes often drifting up to the mountainscape in the distance. They were beautiful. One particular day, we made our way to Clingmans Dome (now named Kuwohi)--the highest point in the Smokys. We got to the top and it was quite literally breathtaking. It was like the longer you looked, the more detail you saw within the mountains. We were literally above the clouds and the treetops, and could see into at least two states. It was stunning. But from the top, my eyes went to Pigeon Forge, which we could see from that vantage point. They were hustling and bustling, looking like small ants moving to and fro. I couldn’t help but think of a cashier we met in one of the Pigeon Forge shops there. She worked away, with her back to the window which framed these beautiful scenes. I saw it in her–she has grown calloused to the beauty. She saw it every day, and was just doing her job, but because she was in her day-to-day, she couldn't behold the beauty of her hometown anymore.
Enter our arrival into hometown LaGrange County. We drove into town, and I was still reflecting on that moment of realization. Those people live there for a reason–they love the mountains, the people, the scenes. Yet, they don’t walk around beholding the sights and moments within their reach. There I was, driving into my hometown, when it hit me: how often do I behold the things I love here? Not as often as I think I should, dare I admit.
I looked to my left and watched the hot sun reflecting off of the leaves of the corn that was much taller now than it was when we left a week before. I watched the line of woods move back and forth from a warm summer breeze. I admired the tidy rows of soybeans whizzing by as we drove down state road 9. I watched the clip-clop of a buggy as we drove around it, something I hadn’t gotten to do in a week since I’d been gone. I connected with friends and family, and watched with intent as my kids played with friends and explored the outdoors. I saw joy in the eyes of people I see weekly, just because I took time to look them in the eye for longer than my normal 10-second “how are you?” conversation. I took time to behold. And boy, what moments of reflection came with it.
I’m not here trying to make something sappy come out of my words, and I’m not going to attempt to preach. But what would happen if we took time to behold more of the beauty around us? We are blessed with our own sort of rolling hills, and with people and experiences unlike anywhere else in the country.
Did you know that, as an example, visitors come to visit Shipshewana and LaGrange County from all over the world just to experience our pace of life? They come from metropolis U.S.A. because here, they feel welcomed, they feel known, and they can slow down and unwind while they’re here. We have that here.
But, I wondered after our time away if we’re not like the cashier in Pigeon Forge. We turn our backs to the beauty because we’re in our day-to-day, making things happen, because it’s what we have to do.
LaGrange County is something to behold. Every day there are moments we miss because we’re too busy, too engaged with our notifications, or we’re going too fast because we have places to go and things to do. This week, I implore you: behold LaGrange County. It’ll be worth it, I promise.