Planting the Right Seeds at the Right time…

Dear Reader:

It is not just important to plant the right plant seeds ( like my moonflowers) at the right time… but the right ” people” seeds too. We must carefully choose the right seeds -from the packets titled ” Things I Love” or ” My Passion Seeds.”

Choosing the right seeds are our good seeds… the seeds who tell the world who we are and what we want to share with it. If we choose wisely… our seeds grow stronger … until the day they pop through the ground … reaching for the light.

If we plant the wrong seeds they will remain dormant, buried under the dirt and never bloom. Gone is the life that could have been-the opportunity to share our unique talents and passions with the world. Instead of being remembered as a ” life well lived” we are forgotten as the ” life not lived.”

The nice thing about planting seeds… is that we can re-plant as many times as we wish. It is never too late to bloom in different ” colors.”

Take our Birthday Girl Honey Burrell! ( Happy Happy Birthday Honey!) She had a completely fulfilling, award-winning career in teaching …working with disabled children. Then she and Mike bought a second home in the mountains and Honey re-planted again… this time in clay… and as they say… ” The rest is history.”

Today’s seasoned seeds have bloomed repeatedly in her second award-winning life passion. These days all you have to do is Google Honey’s name and write ” sculpture ” beside it…. up pops site after site after site on Honey’s gifted talents that she so generously shares with everyone!

**From birds, plants, flowers, leaves, angels, to a touch of whimsy in fun characters that bring a smile. Many of her bowls, plates**, **and cups go to fund-raisers and charities ( and cute Clemson dog bowls!)**

**To me… this sculptured angel should be Honey’s self-portrait!**

So until tomorrow… Always make time to re-plant as seen fit… for as long as we are breathing… we are changing.

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

Jo shared with me a ” joyful” memory from her childhood that reoccurs, seemingly out of the blue, and it turns her day upside down with its remembrance.

It was an ordinary day but one from over 80 years ago that still returns… she was a little girl patting her dog, staring up at the clouds and felt a sense of euphoria sweep over her… she told herself that she always wanted to remember that particular day… and 80 years later… she still does ( in first person, memorable scents and sounds still intact! )

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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