The Throne… My Throne!

Dear Reader:

As a little girl didn’t we dream of being a princess or even a queen sitting on a throne in all our majestic glory?

It has taken me a lifetime but my magical moments on the throne ( aka recliner) started the moment I sat down. Because it has been rainy , blustery, and unusually chilly -the weather has kept me on my throne inside ( so far) but we are all hoping for sunnier outside sunshine spraying our faces. I dream about it!

The reason for the title ” Throne” is more encompassing than just a piece of furniture… Brooke literally waited on me hand and foot Wednesday before and after the girls arrived… bringing me mini-meals , water… and encouragement… fixing anything she thought I could get down.

Then Libby and Jackson started adding to the ” servant” pool… it has been a terrific experience but time to stop… the Queen needs to get her arse up and going or I am going to start start growing into the ” Throne.”

Libby tracked down the first bottle tree and we are discovering that Mother Nature is and will always be Master of her domain.

On the way to the grocery store Libby said she would snap a picture of the first bottle tree half a street down from us. She walked all around the house -no tree-or at least at first glance.

The last storm that left the beach embankments poured over Palmetto Blvd crossing into the front yards of the first houses…. including this one.

Apparently we figured out the tree was moved to the backyard in the wooded area to protect it… and it was there where Libby found it… hidden away for security.

One down … we are hoping we can pile in the car and track the clues down for a future scavenger tree hunt. Time will tell.

Over and over on these magical days… already seeing the power of friendship and it’s effect on my healing attitude and gratitude and appetite!

So until tomorrow …

Today is my favorite day … Winnie the Pooh

Thank you family and friends for your ongoing encouragement!!! My theme ( while here) I am dethroning myself and venturing out a little farther… we cannot live on a throne alone . Love conquers all!

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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