“This is hallowed, sacred land.”
From the moment I passed through the large stone gate and onto the Biltmore Estate, I knew I was somewhere uniquely special. Autumn was only a stone’s throw away, the leaves just starting to turn colors before dying. Farmer’s fields were showing the last of a bountiful harvest. I joyfully took my time walking around, kicking up fallen leaves as I went. I may have even been whistling.
The sun was still strong enough to warm my bare skin, and the recent rains had the rolling hills covered in radiant green.
Know what I mean?
I get to see, close up, the Biltmore house for the first time. The architecture. The stone gargoyles. The fountains and the gardens. I can’t wait to enter, but that will happen later. For now, I only walk the hallowed grounds of the Biltmore.
I find the peace I have been looking for, the State of Mind that I always long to be in, my happy place in this world.