Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End…

Dear Reader:

There is no doubt in my mind that every post I have written since August 7, 2010 has simply been an extension of a story, conversation, comment, movie, or experience that happened to someone else… before I was even born.

We are all connected by story… our life’s story intertwining with the billions of people who ever lived on this good earth. Every crazy or even ridiculous personal experience or thought has attached itself to another… long before we even came to be.

Simply put… we are all connected… the world is not just made up of atoms… but stories. For every particle of life… a story is attached through the thoughts of being alive.

I have always found it interesting to read stories about famous authors and how their individual approaches to storytelling differed but produced the same successful results. Some authors started with an ending and worked backwards building in the characters and action. Other authors just started writing and were clueless about the ending until they literally got there and suddenly it was revealed to them .

(The common denominator is that both approaches can bring about amazing results based on the individual talents of the creator/author.) There is no one right way to be inspired.

In my case… learning something new, in my garden, reveals thoughts that produce memories and memories are the unwritten stories in our minds. .. my inspiration!

For example … look at this beauty someone was carrying out as I went in to pay Charlene for some flowers I had just purchased… a willowy pink fern ( usually indoor fern) but Charlene said it would be perfectly happy outside until our first frost. I had to have one because I immediately thought Pink Ribbon-Breast Cancer and memories of my path through the challenges of an unknown frontier. What a beautiful way to say good-bye to October.

Then I ” dead-headed ” the beautiful purple mums Lassie gave me and moved it to the entrance to my back garden-placing the mums in an orange container-now called my ” Tiger” mums. 😉

So many new buds hidden within waiting their turn to bloom…

My favorite wooden container on the porch had enclosed summer flowers who were ready to say goodbye-replaced them with gold and bronze coreopsis.

… And ” Dingle-Dangle” the Scarecrow is now residing on some ” Mouria” yellow Belgian Mums!

… and this time of year… we must remember to pause and look up-we never know what beauty is staring down and/ or welcoming new diversity in the pots.

So until tomorrow… ” Which comes first? Does feeling safe and held by God allow you to deal with others in the same way, or does human tenderness allow you to imagine that God must be the same , but infinitely so? ( Richard Rohr)

*** For me… either path works as long as I know God loves me more than anyone else could ever love me… in my soul!

Today is my favorite day… Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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