The Hero’s Path. Life lived as a Poem.

Charlotte Hutson Wrenn:

This is a repost from November 2, 2010. I needed to re-read this today. Life is a poem. Everyday is new. The great adventure does continue in my life. How deeply grateful I am.

Originally posted on Charleston Through an Artist's eye:

We have not even to risk the adventure alone/ for the heroes of all time have gone before us /The labyrinth is thoroughly known/ We have only to follow the thread of the hero path/ And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god/ And where we had thought to slay another/ we shall slay ourselves/ Where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence/ And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.
– Joseph Campbell

Many of you have followed my adventure for the last sixteen months, when I moved from my house into Rosy, the RV, on an island just south of Charleston, a place that called to me one night six years ago, on a moonlit beach. My fullness feels so round and complete today…

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I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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3 comments on “The Hero’s Path. Life lived as a Poem.
  1. michael hutson says:

    ah-Joseph Campbell- and what you blogged has struck me to the core! in fact a friend of mine who move to Texas about two years ago would really enjoy eading this,if it is alright-she leaped so to speak,set aside material things(her house which was dragging her slowly down) and hit the road,fetching up in Tx.Now  she is trying to get in touch w/me -almost cosmic thaqt i should read this just now!

      -michael

  2. Florance says:

    Adventure of poetry is recognizable so fear not that you might hear a child say I played you a song and you did not dance

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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