Light at the End of the Road

“Beginnings are out of our hands; they decide themselves. This is true of our breathing and our heartbeat. Beginning precedes us, creates us, and constantly takes us to new levels and places and people. There is nothing to fear in the act of beginning.”
– John O’Donohue, from To Bless the Space Between Us

This week is the one year anniversary of my move out to the little rural island Paradise of Edisto. It’s like I moved to another planet, and time shifted. Edisto is very much like the 1950’s of my childhood, but this move brought great shifts in consciousness, lessons in detachment, and gifts I did not know were coming. My heart is simply full of gratitude.

Botany Bay Road Light, Edisto Island ©chwrenn'10

Today I am working on new paintings to take to With These Hands, the only art gallery on the island, which is on Hwy 174 at Store Creek, next to the Old Post Office Restaurant. Two of them are variations of this image. Light at the end of the tunnel. The photograph was taken on one of the most beautiful oak alleys on the island, the wide, dirt, Botany Bay Road, which leads now to the 5000 acre preserve of Botany Bay Plantation that is open to the public and includes its own pristine island.

It was almost dark. The glow of light was invisible through the camera lens, and it wasn’t until I got back home and looked at the digital image that I saw it. Light at the end of this tunnel of trees is a metaphor that I see in my mind’s eye all the time, and this evening it appeared physically for me. Serendipidously.

As I age, I sense how brief my life is on this earth in my physical body. People and experiences move in and out of our lives. They leave us gifts if we are lucky. All we can do is hold on, really, with our eyes open toward expectancy…. To take this ride as awake as we can. Our hearts must crack open, too. Love comes, in waves, from many, often unexpected sources. If we are paying attention – which is, well, just everything. Simply paying attention.

Bumping into me from all sides lately are ideas and concepts of time, and light, and energy. Carl Jung called this synchronicity. It began with my stumbling upon T. S. Eliot’s delicious lines from The Four Quartets, while trying to process the end of a long love relationship in my life. “Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.” That felt true to me. Then, I read that people, once connected, as Lynn McTaggart writes in The Field, a extraordinary book about the quantum physics, of all things, are always connected. That time is one vast sea of energy. The existence of the Zero point field implies that all matter in the universe is interconnected by waves which are spread out through time and space and can carry on to infinity. I just finished The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle and am devouring as fast as I can ingest, the jewel of A New Earth, which both confirm that we are more loving than we think we are.

Taillard de Chardin once said:

“The day will come when, after harnessing the winds, the tides and gravitation,
we shall harness for God the energies of love.
And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world,
man will have discovered fire.”

Seems downright silly doesn’t it? That it is as simple as this. For me, I am just going to keep looking for this light.

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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4 comments on “Light at the End of the Road
  1. Breathtakingly beautiful post. You could have been quoting Martha, it’s all she talked about this weekend, connectedness, synchronicity and energy. She says the more time we spend in that state of one-ness (or just in thoughts about beloved newborn babies) the more we can heal the world. Amazing.

  2. Diane O'Malley says:

    Hi charlotte….Please post your paintings as soon as you finish.
    Have always loved the light at the end of the tunnel….that’s hope!!!
    Love you dear one, Diane

  3. featherheart says:

    Charlotte… I love how you turn your thoughts into beautiful words. Thank you for sharing your luminosity.

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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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