Moonlight and Roses

Dear Reader:

Easter night I had a ” Lost” dream that seemed to go on eternally! I was a teacher going down a long, winding hall to find my classroom… I could hear young voices… my students I assumed …but I could not find them. Where was my classroom… I quickened my pace… thinking that surely around every corner of the hall I would come to the door. But no door … just distant chatter and laughter.

I was so upset I was in tears and when I finally awoke from the dream … I wasn’t crying ..but I was trying to brush the light off my eyelids.

I glanced at the clock… it was 2:45 in the morning and the bright shiny moon’s rays had come through my window … landing right on my face. I got up and stared out at the moon in all its beauty… then grabbed a robe and scurried to the porch where I took a photo shot! ( title picture)

It wasn’t until I was back in bed that I thought about the dream again …obviously my mind was on something lost or losing… perhaps it was my fear of losing Mandy and the car wreck that prompted the dream.

I will never know but I finally fell back asleep staring at the light filtering through the room… isn’t the sense of isolation ( as in lost) one of the most frightening experiences in our lives? I have always admired people who travel and experience new adventurers on their own.

Not for me… mis-adventures are funny when traveling with a friend or a group… but alone.. scary. The unsettling sensation always reminds me of Dorothy… once she had friends to accompany her… the dark woods weren’t so scary!

Lions, Tigers, and Bears… Oh My!

By the time I woke up yesterday morning… the sun was pouring in… the dream a distant haze but I knew the remedy… surround myself with beauty… go plant in my garden!

To my delight… my Abraham Lincoln first rose had bloomed! Breathtaking!

As I stared at the rose named for our 16th President- I remembered an essay I wrote on him in one of my Masters’ classes. Abraham Lincoln fought loneliness and ” clinical depression” all his life. If he were alive today his condition would be treated as a ” character issue… a political liability. As biographer Joshua Shenk wrote: ” Lincoln’s condition was indeed a character issue: it gave him the tools and empathy to save the nation.”

Come with me and see how my new blooming friends made me feel connected again to this beautiful world!

Gerber Daisies-smiling friends
A ” Wild Friend” –fun and bright!
Pretty Petunias being welcomed by garden friends!
Japanese Maples -windows to beauty
… And then you are never alone!

So until tomorrow…

The last two lines are my favorite for this old history teacher! Time is connected!

Today is my favorite day… Winnie the Pooh

There’s always something new under the sun! Go find it!

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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1 Response to Moonlight and Roses

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    ♥️♥️♥️…thought of the song “Here Comes the Sun” and “Blessed Be the Name of the Lord”…so very thankful Mandy is ok…

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