The Mountain Has A Name!

   So, here's how it happened. We had been trying to figure out what to call the place since before we moved here. I figured the mountain would "tell" us what we should call it.
Well, it didn't. I tried things in German, in Norwegian, in English, nothing seemed to fit. One of the things that Andrew and I have always said to each other was how quiet, how peaceful it is up here. But I was stuck on what it was we were doing up here. Teaching Yoga and Meditation, Massage, Cooking/Canning, Organic Gardening, Painting, Blah blah blah.

   So anyway, last Saturday night, (5/19/12) we were sitting on the front porch in our rocking chairs, listening to the birds singing, the cows down valley mooing, the occasional whinny from one of the horses on the nearby farm and enjoying the warm breezes, when , for the eight millionth time, we looked at each other and said: " God I love it here, it's so peaceful". And, "we have to come up with a good name for our Mountain!" That's when Andrew sat up a little straighter and said "you know, my grandfather in northern Norway had a cabin that he called "Stille" I got pretty excited because it sounded the same as the German word "stille" which means "silent, calm, peaceful" So we looked it up in both dictionarys and not only did it have the same meaning, it had the same spelling!
   From now on we will refer to the mountain as "Stille".