You know how much I love learning new words and their definitions, especially beautiful words to pronounce and match memories from one’s life… and the first memory I associated with ” querencia” evolved out of the trip I took to Ireland with Anne back in 2014.
I had just come off a medical crisis in my oncology procedures and switched to a new ( still somewhat experimental) drug combination that did not include chemo.) But to my oncologist’s relief and mine… it seemed to be keeping everything at bay better than it had with earlier chemo procedures.
So when the opportunity to go to Ireland ( a lifetime dream) became available with Anne I knew intuitively it was then or never. And the trip was the best medicine I ever took! I felt so at peace in Ireland… like I was coming home. I felt exactly what querencia means.
But by now in my life… I have accumulated enough hindsights to realize that there have been many diversified moments that have provided that sense of belonging to this world… in the form of ” People, Places, and Things.” I will share some of mine…
( St. Jude’s Chapel of Hope-Trust, NC- The Chapel of Hope literally changed the direction of my life and after following the spirit found within ( Beverly Barutio) I began to follow my dream and write the on-going blog post begun fourteen years ago!
So until tomorrow… think about the meaning behind the word” querencia” and take a minute to pause and think where you were the last time you felt completely at home in the universe!
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.”
Got the blog today….yeah! Love reading about your Journey and all the God winks along the way…❤🙏❤
So glad it returned … without drama or fanfare 😂
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Mine is presently Folly Beach. Enjoying living here.
I am so happy to hear that Cindy! That was quite a move though you have enjoyed Folly for a long time! So happy you found ” belonging place!” 😘💗
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Beautiful Blog post