Listening with Eyes that Watch the Stars

Dear Reader:

I was reading an article on Sagamore Hill, Theodore Roosevelt’s private home, in which he proclaimed the day before he died (January 6, 1919) “I wonder if you will ever know how I love Sagamore Hill.”

From 1901 to 1909, while Roosevelt served his terms in office as the 26th President of the United States…Sagamore Hill became known as the “Summer White House.” Many important political discussions of the times and even cabinet meetings took place within its walls.

At one particular grid-locked discussion one late afternoon (that left everyone disjointed and irritable)…dinner and drinks were announced…allowing for some much needed respite from the heated conversations.

At the end of the lovely dinner….President Roosevelt asked his cabinet to retire outside for half an hour to stare at the stars…no talking or sounds allowed. At the end of the allotted time…they were then to return to the discussion room.

Roosevelt began the discussion about how he loved staring up at the stars because the majestic galaxy reminded him how small man and his problems were in the great scheme of things. He admitted that the stars humbled him and jokingly added “And all of you seated here know that takes a lot of doing.” 

***(Roosevelt wanted every participant to realize that their point of view was not the ‘all or nothing’  only solution but simply one idea among many that needed to be fitted into the communal puzzle problem in the correct proportion of magnitude.)

The group laughed…and then it was back to work with Roosevelt’s  famous quote – “‘Look toward the stars but keep your feet firmly on the ground.’

I love the moments in life when I am so caught up listening to the sound of nature or someone telling a story or a whisper that floats, across the room,  towards me… that I can actually see and feel what is being said.

I think that this deepest definition of listening is what God hears and feels about all of His creations. Like scripture says:

Psalm 116:1-2:

“I love the Lord because He hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath.”

Don’t you love the idea of God bending down to listen to us as a parent does to a child? I can think of no better gift than a listening heart…

Let’s take time to look at God’s Handiworks each night…His galaxy of stars and then thank Him for His gift of deeply listening to our personal problems and helping us keep our problems proportionately appropriate.

So until tomorrow…

The Dingles are off to Duck, North Carolina (Outer (outer) Banks)…to join Mollie’s sister and brother-in-law for a family vacation. I didn’t realize how long this trip would take Walsh and Mollie until I googled it…almost 8 hours from Charleston, SC to Duck, NC. (Didn’t think anything would take that long between the two Carolina states…those Outer Banks just keep on keep on going.

So they stopped in New Bern, NC for an overnight break for the children and then heading in today. Thank goodness for headphones for children now…does anyone spot “Spider Man” Lachlan in the back seat? * You just never know who you might find hitchhiking these days? 🙂




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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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2 Responses to Listening with Eyes that Watch the Stars

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Ahhh …the Outer Banks…we have been there 3 times. Stanley Green from my hometown wrote a book about teaching there during WWII. And my brother in law buys decoys for his antique business from a man who carves them who lives in Duck. It is a long trip regardless of how how you go but worth it…lots of history.


    • Becky Dingle says:

      It is one of those vacations that takes time to get there…but then you are always so happy you did it…really get away for a few days…completely removed from the daily stresses of life. The little towns are simply “charming.”


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