How a Winter Night in Appalachia Inspired Me to Live Fearlessly

July 25, 2016
USA
How a Winter Night in Appalachia Inspired Me to Live Fearlessly

I was standing on the very edge of terra firma in Denmark, looking across a dark sea of chilly water towards a distant Sweden. Dawn was breaking and I was stark naked.

Why I was standing there, ready to jump into the cold water, can be blamed upon something I experienced one winter’s night in Appalachia. But to explain how this bizarre moment came about, I should first tell you a little something of the circumstances that led me to take off all my clothes in public in a foreign land – not a habit of mine, I promise!

When I moved to the mountains, I was an uptight, stressed-out mess. Years of single parenting, a year of intense care-giving for my father, the death of my sister, the incessant struggles of being self-employed in the documentary film business had all taken a toll on my equilibrium. Or, at that point, lack of.

Each and every challenge had etched themselves into lines on my face and on my psyche, like a team of persistent and pernicious sculptors, chipping away pieces of my potentially happier self.

These circumstances had all been demanding and tough in their own way, but even worse for me was just the grinding competitiveness of daily life in a big city. And the fears. Two decades of the fear that I wouldn’t be able to take care of my kids, that I wouldn’t be able to pay the rent or the mortgage or any of the bills, fear that I would die in a plane accident (or a car accident), that my kids would be shot at school, be injured playing sports, crash while learning to drive, fear that I would get cancer like my sister, fear that I was eating the wrong things, cooking with the wrong pans, etc. Scared that someone would steal the idea for the book I had spent more than a couple of years researching and writing (that actually happened) and scared that I was too jaded or miserable to attract real love into my life. One of only two single parents in a large neighborhood of smug marrieds, I let these fears eat away at my potential for well being and happiness like acid rain.

As soon as I could, I escaped to the mountains, relying only on blind instinct that this would be a place to heal and renew. The mountains surrounding Asheville are, after all, some of the world’s oldest – so they know a thing or two about survival.

I only knew I needed peace and quiet, and their healing energy.

Although I had often gone to various churches (more off than on) during the big city years, I made a conscious decision that would not be a part of my new life in Asheville.

I just wanted to be in nature, be still, and just “be.”

But then a chance encounter with six words took place, of all places, in a church and, of all times, on Christmas Eve.

(The irony was not lost on me.)

Why was I even in a church? you might well ask?

The simple answer is that I was doing my former husband’s girlfriend a favor.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and my son, my former husband (yes, he moved to Asheville, too), his girlfriend (Nan), and I had gathered together at my new little home on the mountainside overlooking a bird sanctuary for a festive holiday meal and an exchange of gifts.

It was later in the evening when I heard Nan say she wanted to go to a service that night at Jubilee Church. Steve (my former, her current) didn’t appear to be interested in going. A little tipsy on the spirit of Christmas and goodwill toward all mankind, I heard myself say that I would take her.

I escaped to the mountains, relying only on blind instinct that this would be a place to heal and renew. The mountains surrounding Asheville are, after all, some of the world’s oldest – so they know a thing or two about survival.

What on earth did you just say?! my startled inner self exclaimed. It’s dark and cold out there! Wouldn’t you rather stay home, drink wine, fall asleep by the fireplace?

Yes, dammit, I would!

But it was too late. Nan’s face lit up with gratitude and I realized I was committed.

And so, within half an hour, there I was, reluctantly sitting in a circle, inside a church, along with dozens of others bundled up against the chill, trying my best to tune out the words of Howard Hanger, the charismatic minister of the Asheville Jubilee experience.

He was going through the Christmas story and I’d heard it all before. Many times before. So instead, I turned my thoughts to what people were wearing and might there possibly be any handsome singles there. Thus occupied, I didn’t hear any of the sermon until, about 2o minutes into the service, clear as a bell, in the midst of the random muck of my mind, I heard these words:

What if you were not afraid?

Howard Hanger had just gotten to the bit about the angels appearing and startling the shepherds.

Hah, that’s crazy, I thought. I can’t imagine not being afraid.

Think about it, Howard said, pausing to look intently at each person in the large circle around him, including me.

What would your life be like if – you – were – not – afraid?

It would be quite amazing and glorious, I realized.

So captivating was this thought that I then missed the rest of his sermon, completely wrapped up in those six words, and a different vision of my life from what I had been used to.

The idea of being not afraid, the permission to be not afraid, the idea that it might actually be okay to be not afraid, was so alluring that I decided that evening, instead of a New Year’s resolution, I would adopt it as my “New Year’s mantra” in the coming year.

And that was why and how – nine months after this Appalachian experience – at 6:22 am in Denmark, I was standing naked to the world, ready to jump in some chilly, chilly Scandinavian waters.

Be not afraid, I whispered to myself.

And jumped.

(This post originally appeared on the author’s blog, Dating Appalachia)

About Kristin Fellows

AvatarKristin Fellows is a street photographer and travel writer based in Asheville, North Carolina. She is a nationally-known documentary film consultant. Kristin is working on her first book, “The Red Moon Letters” – a non-fiction, dual-narrative thriller set in Ethiopia during the time of the Haile Selassie. Her blog, A Scandinavian Farmhouse in Appalachia, chronicles her adventures living in some of the oldest mountains in the world. Kristin was educated in both London and the US.

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