A Mid-Winter Secret Rendevous

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Dear Reader:

I had you for a moment, didn’t I? Perhaps you thought (for a fleeting second) that Ole’ Boo had her a man hidden around somewhere….sorry to disappoint…as of this day in time my romances are lived vicariously through novels.

And the  nice thing about romantic relationships in books is that you don’t have to answer the world’s most annoying question “What are we having for supper tonight?” or pick up after a man… following the trail around the house.

When the story is over, you just close the book….nice and tidy…(you can even return it to the library or pass it on to another) no complicated relationship endings. (“It’s not you, it’s me” translated “Me tired of you.”)

I did, however, observe a special relationship that probably won’t come around again until another El Nino winter comes to stay.

FullSizeRenderOnce upon a noon-time dreary”  as I looked out my window (by the computer yesterday) I suddenly realized I was seeing something pretty special…”knocking, knocking at my (noggin) door.”

One of my azalea bushes was beginning to bloom and right behind/above it was a tall magnolia bush/tree covered in pretty pink camellia buds and tiny blooms. Azaleas and camellias intertwining their blooms together. All I could think of was the (paraphrase) scripture….”And the lamb shall lie down with the lion.” A quite extraordinary phenomena.

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Every day I thank God for my home renovations and especially, the new windows that open to let the outside in….I have seen more of nature this fall and winter than ever before in my life…and so many of my observations take my breath away. “For the beauty of the earth.”

 

 

FullSizeRenderI put  my rain jacket (with my hood on) to check  my new camellia bushes (make sure they hadn’t drowned) and look what I discovered….one new bush was unfurling its blooms.

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Following the theme of ‘random acts of kindness” yesterday I picked up some fruit and, also, turkey club sandwiches from Continental Corner. Then I dropped  it off at the Judsons (Jack and Connie’s) home. (When I was going through the many different cancer treatments initially Connie faithfully sent me an inspirational card every couple of weeks for years.)

IMG_9830I bought another angel of love for her and took the sandwiches and fruit to her lovely home. A nurse was with her (she is just getting over a fall and pneumonia) but her spirits were uplifted…she is such a gentle soul. Jack gave me a tour of the house and I fell in love….it was filled with creative decor….I understood now why Connie and I are so much alike; we are ‘whimsy women.’

Yesterday I returned a book to Timrod Library (a Sarah Addison Allen) novel- she is one of my favorite authors and decided to also drop off two more of her books as donations to have (plus the latest Karen White book I just finished.) It feels, sometimes, like giving a child away…but books should be shared, not hoarded.

In both incidences I was filled with “sympathetic joy” and realized, once again, that giving and receiving is truly a spiritual symbiotic relationship. Now back to Brooke and the pocketbook. LOOK!

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IMG_9848 (1)I am just blown away!
All credit cards, medical cards, ID, and cash and change!!
Thank you to the honest, kind, and compassionate person who turned it in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After leaving Timrod, I decided to visit my special friend, Samantha, at Simple to Sublime. Just walking by her front window to enter the shop makes me happy. And look what I bought….the perfect pocketbook for late winter. (Guys…  great gift for your wife or sweetheart…under twenty dollars! Gals…Go check it out for yourself!)

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So until tomorrow….Don’t let the rain stop you from enjoying the beauty of nature….rain just make the plants sparkle in their being.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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