Dear Reader:

Two things happened yesterday to remind me, once again, that we are never alone in the universe but, instead, connected to all life that exists within. We are blessed beyond our wildest imaginations.

Vicki, a new fellow blogger and blog follower, let me know she liked yesterday’s blog so when I responded to her I read her latest blog titled : 

At first my thoughts turned to the grandchildren (after reading the phrase) but then my musings suddenly turned another direction. Big Red left me the most wonderful legacy in the world….I get to see a re-birth...Little Red grow up right before my very eyes!

I never got to see that the first time around but this time I will. Suddenly my sadness disappeared…replaced by awe…miraculous awe at the world and all its mysteries.

And speaking of mysteries (or as we like to call them “God Winks”) a notice showed up this morning saying that I had a new follower and suggesting I make contact with this fellow blogger too.)

So quickly I pulled the website and there was a picture of a red withered-looking flower  (I think a rose) and the most perfect prose beneath it…as if written for the special occasion of Big Red’s passing.

What are the odds that a  fellow blogger finds my little blog, decides to become a follower, and writes a poem with a picture of a red flower that exactly matches a deeply personal moment in my life. The universe is so filled with mysteries and connections… if only our eyes are open to it.

 Original: (Capture It Before It’s Gone)

Even after I am gone…

Even after I am gone…

Even after I am gone,
I will be in your heart.
Even after I am gone,
I will be in my writings.

Even after I am gone,
I will be in your house.
Even after I am gone,
I will be in my story.

Even after I am gone,
I will be in your memory.
Even after I am gone,
I will be in my books.

Even after I am gone,
I will be in your tear.
Even after I am gone,
I will be in my name.

Even after I am gone,
I will be in you.
Even after I am gone,
I will be in me.

By Shruti Abhishek Shetty.

How amazing is that? Like all new innovations in life…there is a good and bad side for how it can be used…the internet is the biggest mixed bag of both to date. When things like this happen, however, when we experience meeting new friends around the globe and sharing one moment, immersed in humanity at its best…it is a beautiful thing to watch unfold.

Let me take a moment to thank you blog readers for your kind comments, condolences, and words of encouragement. What a blessing you are to me in my life! I will admit that yesterday was a hard day for me…but all of you made it so much better.

So until tomorrow…Re-birth…a chance to clean the slate and start over…that is what Big Red has done and is doing now as Little Red. Yet everyday aren’t we given the chance to start over with each new sunrise…re-birth of thoughts, ideas, opportunities, winks…the list goes on and on. The gift of re-birth is ours if we choose to unwrap the contents.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Case-in-point of starting over…this lone zinnia survived (under the bottle tree) when all the others I planted didn’t and for the first time this summer appeared out of the ground Thursday…a thing of beauty. It chose to live…to start over.

*While tracking down a nursery wall hanging…a photo of Joanna Gaines (Fixer Upper) nursery popped up…and her latest adorable edition…a little boy.





Eva Cate was invited to a spend the night over with Lily and another little friend for a night out with Lori, Lily’s most amazing grandmother. Have fun girls…your last outing of the summer before school starts.

Last night I took my flashlight and went to check and see if one of my moon flowers was blooming…I have two buds on the vines now. Maybe tonight. Still…while I was out I looked up at the moon and it was beautiful with clouds scurrying across it…God’s spectacular artwork! A daily blessing.




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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4 Responses to Blessed!

  1. vicki says:

    aww… so glad I could be an encouragement to you, especially in this time. Be blessed.


  2. bcparkison says:

    Aren’t we a blessed people!


  3. Becky Dingle says:

    Yes, Yes, and more YES!


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