Another Day…Another Chance at Life

Dear Reader:

I fell asleep early Wednesday night and slept through the whole night. These days a good night’s rest is such a wonderful gift! (The latest medications I am on have me bouncing from the bedroom to the bathroom a lot some nights.)

I felt so rested when I woke up and even though the sun wasn’t officially up yet I came to the computer and started thinking about the day ahead and how fortunate I am to be living this day and every day.

I think back on conversations from earlier in the week, shared moments of laughter with friends and strangers alike. Isn’t a smile and a laugh a priceless treasure…making contact with another human being for a fraction of a second before we both go our different ways?

It was while I was turning on the computer that the very first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon. A touch of pink to announce the new day. I thought back over all the Race for the Cure mementos I recently shared and suddenly realized that every year we walked the Race for the Cure…the real “pink”  in the fight against breast cancer was the pink of a new day’s dawning…the pink assuring us of life for another day.

The promise of another day…that no matter what occurs…life will go on…sometimes in other forms…but it never ceases to exist. For example…look at ‘Little Red” who is quietly but steadily growing. Coming from the original seed of “Big Red” …a part of a whole yet a new, individual component of life. It is really mind-boggling when we think about the secrets of life and how they go on and on and on.

I love this excerpt from Anam Cara.….John O’Donohue

May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,

Possibilities and promises.

May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.

May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.

May your soul calm, console and renew you.

Don’t we love days that fulfill us and leave us with a sense of being in the day…of truly living it…not just observing it? This is my daily goal each morning….a silent prayer to let me “feel” the day, to absorb the sun’s rays, to touch the beauty before me, to listen to the sounds around me…to become one with life’s offerings bestowed upon me.

So until tomorrow….(Excerpt from a prayer by Joyce Rupp)

Teach us how to enjoy being. Encourage us to be present to the gifts that are ours. May we be more fully aware of what we see, taste, touch, hear, and smell. May this awareness of our senses sharpen our perception of our everyday treasures and lead us to greater joy and gratitude.

Life is meant to be celebrated, enjoyed, delighted in, and embraced in all its mystery. Guide us to our inner child. Draw us to your playground of creation, God of life, so that we will live more fully.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Another God Wink….yesterday I had just gotten out of the shower and was staring at the instruction sheet on what to put on my boo boo owie …and how to bandage it, etc. I had been given a free sample ointment to use until my other ointment from the upstate pharmacy arrived. It was then the doorbell rang. It was Fed Ex bringing me my foot ointment. I had just ordered it yesterday afternoon.

Wow! Now that is impressive. I got it faster than I probably would have going to a pharmacy right here in town! God is good!

When I saw this picture yesterday I had to laugh since we were just talking about our impatient waiting for autumn. But not all of us….our wonderful retired mountain gal, Sis Kinney, said she loves summer…even when she lived in the hot, humid lowcountry with us she never tired of it. So God might not be able to please all the people all the time…but then there is always a “Sis Kinney” who loves the hot, humid, buggy season of summer. 🙂

  • Oh my! Little Rabbit (on the first of the month) has brought me the best “mojo” for September to last a lifetime. After running errands yesterday…I pulled in and lo and behold Georgia Dupree was dropping something off on my door handle. All these surcies are unbelievable but the best part was catching up with her and her grandchildren. Thank you Georgia so much….can hardly wait to add some flowers when I get back later today.


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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1 Response to Another Day…Another Chance at Life

  1. bcparkison says:

    The storm that wasn’t is gone and the sky is blue and all is well in this world…..well maybe not the whole world but right here,right now. Yea!


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