On Beauty. And Hope.

Beauty has been bumping into me for weeks. The great Joseph Campbell spoke of ‘serendipity’ so often, that great accident of time where something happens at the right time for the right reason, so magically that it feels like angelic presence. As a younger person, and particularly as a child of the very religious Southern United States, in particular, as a child of Presbyterian austerity and frugalism, the idea of beauty as an essential element of my life felt a bit indulgent. But I longed for beauty, felt soothed by beauty, and sought her anyway, hungry for this food for my spirit.

As an older wiser woman, and artist, I now find the confirmation everywhere. For the last few days I have been enjoying roaring bonfires, outside, at my beloved Edisto Island. On New Year’s Eve a few days ago, the clear cold sky opened up to reveal a full and brilliant moon, a blue moon, one of two this month, so rare and special, and as I watched that bright sphere traveled over the night sky, with the dance and crackle of the orange red flames before me, I could only watch in awe of this wonder: cold and hot, red orange and deep blues, and light, light, light, sparkling from the heavens and beneath my feet. I could hear the ocean from my seat there in that cool clear moment, and then, next day, I opened to these words by Saint Augustine the Saint:

I asked the earth,
I asked the sea and the deeps,
among the living animals,
the things that creep.
I asked the winds that blow,
I asked the heavens, the sun, the moon, the stars,
and to all things that stand at the doors of my flesh
My question was the gaze I turned to them.
Their answer was beauty.

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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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One comment on “On Beauty. And Hope.
  1. So that is why you always poo-pooed my dress-up affinities. I was sneaking oily red lipstick, magical mascara and in-your-face-red-heeled shoes out of the house before I could spell ‘puberty.’ Thank you, mom, for discouraging this rather “indulgent” side of me, because it made it that much more tantalizing! My closet, in particular, thanks you.

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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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