Begin Anew… Begin Anew

Pretty Place

Dear Reader:

When Tate Nation… sent Rutledge a personalized congratulations note on learning the Presidents … he also generously sent me three notecard paintings on Pretty Place. I sent one to Honey since Tarshie married there and Kaitlyn since she fell in love with it the first time she discovered it on line…. years ago.

Pretty Place Chapel is located in Camp Greenville in the mountains near the state line between South Carolina and North Carolina. It takes one’s breath away. The drop-off scenery is spectacular.

Tate’s two daughters attended camp there every summer …so each summer ,while picking the girls up , he got to feel it’s sacred presence repeatedly.

For me Pretty Place is one of God’s best ” Winks” … a reassurance that HE purpose fully shows us what “For the beauty of the earth” is all about…

*** It was so generous of this giving Charleston artist ( Tate Nation) to share so much of himself and his talents with an old friend and her family. Thank you Tate!

When I see examples of this kind of giving…I remember all the candlelight Christmas Eve’s services… where we held the candle light ceremony over the grandkids’ heads to get them to behave for the last carol Silent Night.

Then last Christmas the service was held outside… and I must admit-it was even more beautiful in the woods! These words came back to me…

” A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle” -James Keller/

Candle lighting in the woods

Even in an Alzheimer’s ward… the most beautiful truths can be revealed… according to scripture…” Love your neighbor as yourself.”

So until tomorrow… One day a visitor was walking down a dementia hall… when she heard a woman calling out…

” Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” She went into her room and said, ” I am not Jesus, but what can I do to help you?” The resident replied, ” If you’re not Jesus, who is? ” -Peace

Today is my favorite day/Winnie the Pooh

Unfurl and bloom for the world to see

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 Begin Anew… Begin Anew

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Love Pretty Place and the drawings…so proud of Rutledge…

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  2. Honey Burrell says:

    Oh thank you Becky! I will frame it and put it with another really precious church picture you gave me!
    Please tell Rutledge I too am very proud of him! Love you lots and love seeing the pictures of your precious grandchildren. Your garden brings so much joy. I do miss the flowers in Flowertown!

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      Hopefully the notecard should arrive tomorrow…mailed it Wednesday,,,hoping you already had it …but as soon as I saw it on Tate’s website,,,I knew you had to have it,,,,he just added the cards to his notes to me and Rutledge- no charge…so sweet!!!!

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