The home is, in many ways, a sacred place. The daily rituals of life that take place inside of it, the care one takes to make it a sanctuary… in a lot of ways, it is a holy place. In this case, the home actually is a church. How would you feel about living in a refurbished chapel?
On a trip to the Smoky Mountain’s in November, we made a long drive down an intimidatingly windy road (my dad did the driving, thankfully) into the Cataloochee Valley to see elk. Its a scary trip down, but the rewards are big. We saw many, many elk, grazing on dew soaked grass. There was moody morning fog, filtered light, a cemetery and the century-old Palmer Chapel. If a confederate solider would have appeared in front of me, I wouldn’t have been surprised. This place had old, old energy. I keep thinking of that chapel as I look through these photos. There was such a presence there, I really can’t imagine turning it into a home. I wonder about the history of this church-home in Australia?