Either Write Something Worth Reading…or Do Something Worth Writing…

Dear Reader:

My daughter-in-law, Kaitlyn, gave me this journal that has a quote for every day of the year and then room to write one’s own personal thoughts on the page below ( quote by Albert Einstein)

Einstein is right on target with that quote… I know because I have lived it… honestly writing the post each day was easier in many ways writing it at Edisto…than writing it at home. The best posts contain adventures and new discoveries that readers can accompany the writer on.

Whereas if I am at home for too long… say… during bad weather or feeling under the weather… the posts can easily start turning into readable but certainly not memorable or moving thought change-agents.

I explored more this year than ever before… I would wake up excited about checking out beautiful dirt roads that lead to long-lost beaches… swept away into history like the beach that shared the same name as our restaurant Friday night… state parks, plantations, memorable family wedding sites, mysteries , folklore… and always time to ponder the ocean and one special set of jetties.

Edingsville Beach-1800’s -gone forever

A sedentary life plays havoc on new thoughts, ideas… but most importantly wonder and curiosity! Writers have to do ” something ” worth writing about.

We could learn from nature… nothing stayed still in my gardens while I was gone… every plant, flower, tree was changing daily and new life emerging…Welcome the new ” family ” members!”

So until tomorrow… Yesterday I had to go for my six months check-up and Prolia shot at my primary doctor’s office. Dr Sara Montoya. The one thing I can always count on from her… is a hug and bright smile that I have returned again.

For the first time I noticed a popular sign ( seen around town in various residents’ yards) was now in front of the office… the perfect place for it… the medical staff letting us know who they all thought was in charge of healing there!

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

I took lunch and a garden chime across the street for Vickie yesterday for checking my mail and watering my plants

while at Edisto…and the perfect card for the perfect person!

Spread hope… not germs-medical office motto😊💗👍

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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