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The Painter & The Fish, a poem, by Raymond Carver

All day he’d been working like a locomotive, I mean he was painting, the brush strokes coming like clockwork. Then he called home. And that was that. That was all she wrote. He shook like a leaf. He started smoking

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Loving the Children

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Mary Jane Oliver, September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019

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Happy Birthday to Mary Oliver. Sleeping in the Forest.

Sleeping in the Forest I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between

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

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…

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Rumi, a poem.

What is the soul? Consciousness. The more awareness, the deeper the soul, and when such essence overflows, you feel a sacredness around. It’s so simple to tell one who puts on a robe and pretends to be a dervish from

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May you see the Star. Love, Charlotte

And a poem from Rumi: The Creek and the Stars Spirit is so mixed with the visible world that giver, gift and beneficiary are one thing. You are the grace raining down, the grace is you. Creation is a clear,

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Reaching for the Rope

Moving Water ~ by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don’t let others lead you. They

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On Poetry. Mary Oliver. A Thousand Mornings

Poet Mary Oliver’s new book of poems, ‘A Thousand Mornings.’ Written by Ray Waddle For The Tennessean When poet Mary Oliver comes out with a new book, I stop and take a look, not only because her poems are often

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Honey at the Table – Mary Oliver

For Earth Day. It fills you with the soft essence of vanished flowers, it becomes a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow from the honey pot over the table and out the door and over the ground, and

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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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