Suspension of Time, Space, and Water

Dear Reader:

If you are like me doesn’t this period of coronavirus time feel like we are suspended in space and time just waiting to settle…but not sure where?

Do you remember perhaps, as a child, making a craft ocean bottle at the beach? We would first gather water from the ocean…some pebbles, perhaps some colorful beads…finally sprinkling in sand. Then we would shake it, and like a snow globe, watch in fascination as the sand slowly settled on the bottom (perhaps with minute salt crystals)…the “suspended” particles leisurely floating downward.

I don’t think I “got” that there was a scientific lesson on “suspension” and the weight of particles… squeezed in the project at the time…but we loved playing with it while on vacation and later back home. It is still one of those memories that return quickly upon seeing an “ocean” bottle on display.

Some days, these days, I feel like those sand particles…like my world has suddenly been shaken up and I am slowly settling down but without direction as to where, when, or how? Anybody else out there feeling a little “suspended” too?

Some moments I feel a little “homesick” for the “old normal” life….like a sand particle that knows exactly where its place belongs on the bottom of the ocean. Still, I suppose, particles are like people…one never knows when the bottom of the ocean will be disturbed by man or mother nature…sending sand and salt particles flying out in all directions…until life calms down, the storm or interruption passes,  and a new setting becomes the new familiar.

So until tomorrow… “The new unknown to us lies not beyond the coronavirus…but within each of us…our new personal “frontiers.”

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

I purposefully plant new flowers each year… thus deliberately changing my garden world… so why shouldn’t I expect to do the same thing to my personal world… to make it bloom even more beautifully with yearly changes.

 And what about photos…aren’t they modern man’s way of suspending time for memories?

Mandy                              Walsh                              Tommy


***And today…All of our feet firmly planted on the ground (At least long enough for the time it took to take a photo 🙂





Guess What? “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit“! It’s the first day of July! Hard to believe! Let’s make it a spectacular one!




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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