These species have been sighted here at Kalien Retreat:
Indigo Blue Bunting
Eastern Blue Bird
Green Garden Snake
Red Tailed Hawk
Butterflies of all description
1) Dusk—Every day the tidal rhythm celebrates a communion table awash with a bewitching verdant clime of mist and flora and lingering light. Late afternoon offers up the sacrament of a dry aperitif in anticipation of an evening meal at the hand-hewn oak altar atop our sanctuary nestled among the foothills of the Appalachians. It’s thesettling of the day, everything quiets down: the birds, cicadas, frogs, all take an afternoon siesta to gear up for the evening’s party. A surreal atmosphere, a raucous quiet, pervades Kalien. A happy sadness.
2) Forests—These primordial mountains backwoods are some of the oldest on earth. They are mysterious, life-filled, and healthy. Like a giant oxygen bar, the trees produce the pure refreshing air and store carbon dioxide and they have done it day after day, year after year. A tale as old as time. A mature leafy tree produces as much oxygen in a season as 10 people inhale in a year. One acre of trees annually consumes the amount of carbon dioxide equivalent to that produced by driving an average car for 26,000 miles. At Kalien there are tens of thousands of trees—enough life for hundreds of thousands of people. No wonder her inhabitants are always giddy here.
3) The Deer—Nuisances, not here at Kalien. We are a certified wildlife habitat. Watching these soft fragile animals adorned in raw umber and white as they frolic and extend in arabesque-like leaps joined by their spotted impersonators—why, it exceeds the wonder of Tchaikovsky’s magnum opus.
4) The Sky—Hues of deep blue and violet, a gradient. Layers of azure and a lazy scattering of lighter cerulean. To be precise, the color here is a French sky blue. On a color wheel (hex value #77B5FE) a shade of cyan that is 53% saturated and 100% bright. Journey to Kalien and experience it for real. Simply put, the blues are bluer here. Vivid, heightened, radiant, glorious, luminosity. An ever-changing palette of lustrous iridescence.
At days end the bleu-ciel transforms into a vast expanse of black velvet—a night dark that blankets the soul. In the words of San Juan de la Cruz, “An obscure night, fevered with love’s anxiety…where all things quiet be.” Hovering clouds tinged with unknowing. But then, when all seems sadness, a panoply of incandescent stars materialize amongst the canvas of darkness. Happily, hopefully, flickering into existence now and again, and gradually evolving into a million smoldering electric oscillations foiling the resistance of the somber dirge—as the melody, the harmony, the symphony, the music of the night unfolds.
5) The Sounds—Listen, do you hear: ”Who cooks for y-o-u? Who cooks for yo—u?” No, that isn’t the chef at Kalien yelling at you through the woods: It’s a beautiful Barred Owl, just begging for some well-deserved appreciation. This call consists of two rhythmic phrases, with the last syllable drawn out the longest. The melodious call of the Indigo Blue Bunting, the scream followed by ( if you are lucky enough to hear it) a whoosh, of the red-tailed hawk. Some 200 varieties of game birds and songbirds thrive here. The exceptionally loud song of the cicada—rapidly vibrating drumlike tymbals—a cacophony of home. Two of the three great elemental sounds in nature occur here at Kalien: the sound of rain and the sound of wind in a primeval wood. The sounds of Sabbath.
6) Wind—The gusts sway and flatten the trees as if the Smoke Monster from the television show LOST is making a swirling and bending path through the forest. In the spring it spreads the fragrance of flowers and honeysuckle, on a sweltering summer day it brings a delicious shiver of coolness and blows through the jasmine of your mind, on a crisp autumn day the wind dances and gently wafts all the many colored leaves away, and the trees stand naked and unashamed until the breeze whips the snow and clothes them anew in angelic white. It feels fresh on the face, blows through one’s hair and makes us feel fine. And if you quieten and listen closely, the wind will speak.
7) Rain—As I’m writing these words, the beautiful sky-blue heavens begin to darken into dappled shades of grey. Large pillows of clouds roll in from the northwest, blotting out the heat of the summer sun. I’m splattered with huge chilly raindrops as I make the steep climb through the meadow to The Hawk’s Nest. Laughing like a child, I dash into the cabin, the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the tin roof sounds like the happy cadence of an autumn drumline. The interior of the cabin is subdued, dim, and cozy like crawling under grandmother’s quilt.
I’m writing as it happens, droplets of moisture drip from the leaves and a swirling mist envelops the mountains like a surrealistic painter longing to resolve the contradictions of dream and reality. The rainfall grows more intense. A wall of rain moves through the black walnut outside my windows—the drops drumming against the glass. So much rain is falling that the sound blurs into white noise. It reminds me of the nighttime sound effects on my iPhone. My eyes get heavy. Eventually, the cacophony lessens and the drops fade into a rocking chair harmony, a lullaby. The sun slips out again now, even as thunder echoes through the hollow, casting rainbow-like prisms of light across the meadow and woods around me. Steam rises slowly from the meadow and the ridges, floating up eerily and drifting mist-like towards the medley of grey and lily-white clouds. Ah, one can find many reflective ruminations when the rain falls here.
8) The Mist—One of my favorite fantasies as a young lad named Elrod (Elrond to those familiar) was wandering among Tolkien’s Misty Mountains. Now, be still my elven heart, I dwell among them. The mist cleared and a boy’s wet dream revealed a man’s orgasmic reality. My cottage named Rivendell is hidden in the foothills near the western end of a deep dale filled with ancient spirits. My life’s quest destined to confront the giants and orcs, grapple my dragons, and at long last reach these shrouded peaks to live this Hobbit’s song:
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
9) The Terroir—(sounds like “tare WAHr”). The dirt. There are four essential traits of Terroir. The climate, the soil, the terrain, and the tradition. The dirt of the Appalachians feels and smells like home to me. If humans are like wines—both living organisms with striking similarities—then terroir affects our makeup, our composition, our essentials, our essence. The same vine grown in several different locations will have its own unique characteristics and flavors, based on the terroir.That is why inexpensive food and wine grown side by side in Tuscany taste better than the finest Thomas Keller meal perfectly paired with a priceless French Burgundy. I also think that is why Wendell Berry and my native American ancestors talk so much about being of the land, not just living on it.
It’s why the English Burial Service “ashes to ashes” is adapted from the Biblical text, Genesis 3:19 (King James Version): “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.” Terroir is a loosely translated French term meaning “sense of place”. In other words—home. In the final words of my recent memoir I express it this way, “May we realize that home is but an inner compass and a North Star. May we realize that home is but a metaphor for our soul.” Maybe that’s why my psychologist describes me as “earthy”. And its certainly why my ashes will be spread—of, not on—the terroir of the Western ridge of Kalien facing the rising sun.
10) The Mountains—The Appalachians (according to Encyclopedia Britannica) are among the oldest mountains on Earth, born of powerful upheavals within the terrestrial crust and sculpted by the ceaseless action of water upon the surface hundred of millions of years ago. You can literally feel the timelessness here. The mountains are laced with an intricate network of springs, streams, waterfalls, and rivers. Today some of the best and most-extensive broad-leaved deciduous forests in the world flourish here. Hickory, poplar, walnut, sycamore, and at one time the important and—before they were destroyed by blight—plentiful chestnuts. All of these, plus other of the 140 species of trees of Appalachia, are found in our southern mountain region.
In April spring lifts her skirts to a profusion of flowering wild azalea, rhododendron, and laurel that is worthy of Monet. In autumn the brilliant colors of the hardwood foliage are reminiscent of Picasso or Matisse. John Muir says it best, “Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” These primordial mountains called me home and I’m so glad I listened. Again the words of Muir echo my heart, “Everyone needs places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” And finally, the words of Vince Gill sum up these ten extraordinary qualities of Kalien.
I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren’t afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain
Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing.
As a young impressionable worship pastor, one of the first hard lessons I learned from my Pastor was to “fill in the dead spaces”. For some unfathomable and unexplained reason a “dead space” in our westernized evangelical church services was akin to the unpardonable sin. If, God forbid, a dead space happened inadvertently, the Monday evaluation meeting was like a funeral.
Somehow it didn’t seem right back then. And now that I’m older and subjected to more noise than ever, it seems ludicrous.
Next time you find yourself feeling annoyed by a noisy environment—no matter where it is—try this bit of advice to quiet the cacophony.
Find space to…just breathe. My Mom would tell me as a rash and impulsive boy, “Now, Randy, take a big breath and quiet yourself”. Even if you can’t find time in your schedule to slip out to a place of peace like Kalien, find a place close by that has dead spaces. Yep, you heard me, dead spaces.
Whether it’s a library, an empty church, a park, wherever, find it and then take a big breath and quiet yourself for a moment, and then listen. To the dead spaces. They just might surprise you. With life. We tune out the sounds of life in our hurry to nowhere. Sit up tall, close your eyes, and let your face and body relax. One Zen master, Edward Jones, suggests you might feel a connection between your jaw releasing and your ears softening.
Breathe naturally and take a few minutes to listen…and savor the aroma of life all around you. Relax and take in what is around you. It’s amazing how you feel even after one minute of enjoying these “dead spaces”. Many times alone in our forests here at Kalien I initially think I’m surrounded by absolute quiet, only to pause and identify ten to fifteen layers of sound—layers of life. Now that I am much older, I tend to listen more. And I’ve found those dreaded dead spaces are some of the most life-filled times of my journey.
I’m thinking God (whoever he or she is) probably knew that all along.
The chance to unplug, unwind and tune into your surroundings is the ultimate luxury. A retreat at Kalien is about getting away from it all; cooking meals in your cottage, hiking the surrounding trails, or simply reading a book on the swinging porch bed. Days of rest and relaxation are the norm at Kalien Retreat.
The 55 verdant acres of forested Appalachian Mountain foothills have been set aside for solitude and peace. Kalien Retreat features guest cottages of rustic elegance—each sheltered by acres of natural wildwood and verdant meadows. There are hiking trails, private picnic and seating areas, seasonal waterfalls and streams, scenic views, and good ‘ole fashioned peace and quiet.
A 188-year-old oak tree Old Majestic serves as the retreat’s natural landmark. Each cottage features a mountain-facing deck which spans its length. And it’s positioned perfectly to begin the day (at whatever time you choose) with coffee, sunrises, animals, and birds, in our nationally certified wildlife habitat. The overnight Keefer-Roberts cottage features a gas fireplace, memory foam mattress, 100% Egyptian cotton sheets, tiled rain shower, Keurig coffee maker, a small but functional kitchen, a small table/desk, vintage cigar leather loveseat and ottoman, a planked cathedral ceiling, and walls of locally-milled eastern red cedar. The entrance porch will soon be screened-in and feature a quaint swinging twin bed.
Kalien has been created with our guests in mind. No matter if you desire complete and utter solitude or friendly and confidential southern hospitality, Kalien is the place for you. One can stay a week in solitude and never see another human being, or savor an optional gourmet dinner and other experiences with Kalien’s resident hosts, Randy and Gina Elrod, at an outdoor table made from hand-sawn planks crafted from an on-site tree felled by lightning. If desired, a private online calendar informs when a casual drink and conversation with your hosts and other guests can be had around a crackling fireplace or under a star-filled sky.
Kalien Retreat is operated under the auspices of the 501c3 public charity Creative Community, Inc. Seventeen acres are dedicated especially for Kalien and the additional acres are the private residence BeauChamp Farm of Kalien’s founder and hosts. Their rustic-modern home is called Rivendell. While BeauChamp Farm is a private residence, Kalien has reciprocal usage privileges of the hiking trails, entrance, and dining and other options when offered.
Providing essential space to rest, reflect, and regroup.
In 2002, burned out and struggling to find his soul working as a Creative Arts Pastor in one of America’s largest megachurches, Randy Elrod first dreamed of creating a space where encouragement is embraced. Together with his wife Gina they have purchased and paid for fifty-five wilderness acres in the Appalachian Mountains to provide a beautiful place of encouragement and solitude. They call it Kalien which means “beauty is calling”.
At Kalien they have set asidesacred ground so that one can find the time and space to reconnect with oneself and one’s ideas, a place where the sound of solitude has an encouraging ring to it.
Amid the bustle of ourlives, it’s easy to lose sight of those moments of solitude that can be so invaluable and rewarding. “Solitude is a crucial and underrated ingredient for creativity. From Darwin to Picasso to Dr. Seuss, our greatest thinkers have often worked in solitude.” —Susan Cain (Quiet)
But the reality and demandsof daily life mean we can’t just hightail it to a cottage in the woods like Thoreau for two years. And let’s be honest—many of us simply don’t want that kind of seclusion.
But moments of solitude—even small ones—when self-imposed, intentional, and fully appreciated, can have profound effects on our productivity and creative thinking. That’s why they have created “spaces within community.”
Each Kalien cottagewill be at the epicenter of at least one acre to insure complete solitude. And a central gathering space will be provided periodically if community is desired.
Randy’s personal artist cottage The Hawk’s Nest at Kalien was completed July 2015.
They are currently constructing the Keefer-Roberts cottage, a stunningly beautiful guest cottage made of local eastern cedar with kitchen, bath and shower facilities, a spacious deck and screened-in porch located high atop our southern ridge only a few yards from a pre-Civil War stacked stone slave wall and also at the entrance of two private hiking trails. It has been completely funded and will be ready for guests November 2016.
All donations are completely tax-deductible. Creative Community, Inc (the 501c3 public charity which operates Kalien Retreat) is proud to have been awarded the Gold Participant Standard by Guidestar.com—the world’s largest source of information on nonprofit organizations.
Together we provide people that desperately need encouragement and solitude a place to rest, reflect, and regroup. Who knows? It could be you that stays here first.
A Place of Encouragement and Solitude
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