Edisto Island is Poetry

It is weight that gives meaning to weightlessness. -Isamu Noguchi

Edisto Island, a place of uncommon natural beauty, is poetry. From the twenty miles of serpentine highway to the sea, through Tarzan-and-Jane jungles of dark forest, past the genuine Serpentarium, the land speaks to me of Parzival and the Medieval legends of the Grail.

Even the nearby Combahee River, the first one visited by the Spaniards in the year 1520 was named the “River Jordan” by Vasque de Ayllon. The story is that the Native Americans always considered the river a sacred one even before that.

To begin this new year and new decade, I began an in-depth study of metaphor, a principle that is fundamental to the life of an artist. Metaphor makes life meaningful, and is the practice of seeing things and places and ideas as more than they are, as symbolic. It enriches my everyday existence and is the basis of poetry and most of the world’s religious texts, and in the South, the classic Gullah stories of Brer Rabbit, the trickster.

Metaphor is the basis of humor – and our ‘funny bone’. And we humans are uniquely attuned to see this ‘under glimmer’.

To look at metaphor, who better to study than the life of the mythologist, Joseph Campbell, who cracked the world open with his original thinking about myth and spirituality, and he taught us to search for the sacred in the everyday.

Religious texts (The Bible) he said, will mean MORE to us if they are looked at as metaphor rather than history which “turns them into mere newspaper accounts”, which, besides not meaning anything to us personally, could not always stand up to science. That was a fairly radical view in the religious South where I grew up where the historical Bible was undisputable. Now I hope to see my own faith from every angle. The world got to know Joseph Campbell through the interviews he did with Bill Moyers for PBS in 1988. His writing influenced the creation of George Lucas’ film trilogy, Star Wars. He was a man who also believed in the power of art which he also defined as the creation of your own artful life, one of vitality, and true calling. “Follow your bliss” was his teaching, simplified.

How do you do this? He writes, “When skies get dull with no prospect of clearing, run away, change your home town, your name, your job, change anything. No misfortune can be worse than the misfortune of resting permanently static. Take a chance. If you lose you are scarcely worse-of than before; if you win you have at least experience and a new thrill or two gained.” He continues, “Never get into a rut. Never do work that does not help you achieve an ambition worthy of your talents…it is the dull routine where happiness becomes merely a matter of torpid vegetation.” Not making the change and continuing the life that is static is the waste land, Joseph Campbell reminds us, The Waste Land about which T.S. Eliot writes. Campbell, quotes the last line of Sinclair Lewis’ Babbit, in the interview with Bill Moyers, and recites, ‘I have never done the thing that I wanted to do in all my life.’ Joseph Campbell sums it up with, “That is a man who never followed his bliss.”

I stand evidence of this principle today. Just about this time last year, a little brown rabbit repeatedly appeared in my path, at my house in North Carolina. It was the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, saying, ” Follow me. The adventure is awaiting. Follow me down the rabbit hole…”

Well, I did just that. I rented my house and down I came, to Edisto Island, to write, to paint, to live in my little RV named Rosy, to take my chances making the dream come true in this place that had called my name. I (metaphorically, of course) jumped into the river.

The adventure is four volumes of journals and life lessons, my own version of Eat Pray Love, Liz Gilbert being one of the bright lights of my summer, whose books I deliciously encountered for the first time. My adventure, of course, included some not so easy life lessons I would not have dreamed of asking myself to learn.

It was my battle with the minotaur, the task of the hero. Today, though somewhat embattled, I know that the creative spirit of the universe, in my life, is alive and well. And like Edna St Vincent Millay said about love, “I would not trade this night for food”, I would not trade all I’ve gained for anything in the world.”

Advertisements

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.

Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Posted in art, Arts & Culture, beauty, creativity, Gullah, Native American, Poetry, religion, South Carolina History, spirituality, travel, women, Writing
5 comments on “Edisto Island is Poetry
  1. Pinkney says:

    Have you read, “I never metaphor I didn’t like.”? It’s lots of fun, oh yeah.

  2. Jim says:

    “No misfortune can be worse than the misfortune of resting permanently static.” What a great line! Although I am an adventurous sole, I have found myself from time-to-time stuck exactly where I don’t want to be. It took me awhile to learn it is my responsibility to change my environment. Enjoyed reading this post!

  3. […] been my journey of the last year out here on this barrier island. I hold onto my tattered tale of Parzival with white knuckles at times. Paradise is not without her dragons. Her serpents. The Apple. It is […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 679 other followers

What’s this?

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.

Archives
%d bloggers like this: