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Peonies. A poem by Mary Oliver

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open– pools of lace, white and pink– and all

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DuBose Heyward on Charleston

They tell me she is beautiful my city That she is colorful and quaint alone Among the cities. But I, I who have known Her tenderness, her courage and her pity; Have felt her forces mold me, mind and bone.

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A Poem of Trees by Mary Oliver

Can You Imagine? For example, what the trees do not only in lightening storms or the watery dark of a summer’s night or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now – whenever we’re not looking.

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Art of the Charleston Renaissance

The Island a poem by Josephine Pinckney Here, a man still walks after the plow he drives. Sons these of busier men who sowed success And reaped it. Then the Earth, old Sorceress Breathed a warm breath upon their striving

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Lowcountry Christmas

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in -Leonard Cohen

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

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 of the hero path/ And where we had thought

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Can You imagine? A poem by Mary Oliver

Can You Imagine? For example, what the trees do not only in lightening storms or the watery dark of a summer’s night or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now – whenever we’re not looking.

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A Dream of Trees. A poem by Mary Oliver

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time

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Duende: Baptism with Fire & Water

“All that has dark sounds has Duende. There is no greater truth. With idea, sound, gesture, the Duende delights in struggling freely with the creator on the edge of the pit. ” – Federico Garcia Lorca Can’t you see him?

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On the first anniversary of this blog

What was told, that What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest. What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was whispered the jasmine so it

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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.

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