A Poem. Simply about Loving

My daddy love. With baby Chottie. 1953.

I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway people beautiful to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some—now carry my revelation with you–
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, and the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world–its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself–I imagine
this is how it began.

Of Love. By Mary Oliver.
from her book, Red Bird

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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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6 comments on “A Poem. Simply about Loving
  1. wordwand says:

    thanks for the lovely poem.

  2. Diane O'Malley says:

    Always happy memories of you and your family

  3. Mark Taylor says:

    Charlotte, I tried to email you on your old email address and it was returned. This is your cousin Mark from Atlanta. I’m living in Savannah now during the week and go to Atlanta most weekends. Sort of a drag after two years.
    How time flies! You may not remember me but we emailed back and forth several times a couple of years ago—I sent you a cd with pix of the Hay family graves near Barnwell SC. Sorry to have been such a dud of a correspondent!
    Just wanted to tell you that I really enjoy this blog! I love Edisto and the Lowcountry so much. Hope you are well and hope to hear from you. Take care!
    (Cousin) Mark

  4. Great poet, that Mary Oliver. I love how you appreciate her. And how you taught me about her. xoxo

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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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