“Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call…”
I’ve been around the world and back. No matter how far I wander, or all the amazing incredible things I see, no place quite holds the draw to my heart that Key West does. Maybe because its surrounded by water, haunted by spirits of pirates, and clothed in salty air. But it just feels like home.
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If you smile when you are all alone, then you really meant it… -Andy Rooney
It’s Springtime in the South… well sorta anyways. The cold winter air, still nips in the morning and as the late afternoon sun sets. We have chilly days and then we have warm ones, and then the chilly days are back. But those beautifully warm days, scream Spring. Spring is coming! So naturally shaking of the long dull dust of winter, my soul is screaming, “Where are we going to next”? Where indeed.
The very best part of moving to a new place is all the newness that surrounds you. There are so many places to go, so many new things to see and experience. Here in the lower depths of the South, there is no shortage of places to explore. Some places hold such magnetism, you just can’t resist. Once you hear about them you just have to go and see for yourself. The Ruins of Old Sheldon Church is a place just like that. Irresistible.
This amazing place is located on a side road just off of Highway 17, it would be easy to miss if you didn’t know what you were looking for. One second you’re driving down a Oak lined road littered with Spanish Moss and the next you’re driving past this:
If walls could talk… Old Sheldon Church still stands despite having been burnt during the American Revolution, rebuilt and then ransacked for building materials during the Civil War. Ancient gravesites litter the church yard, and in the very heart of the church itself lies on of Savannah’s more famous founders John Bull. This amazing places has it all history, mystery, and a good bit of soul.
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Art is everywhere. I am constantly reminded that nature is the greatest artist of all. Wherever you wander in this great wide world, there are secret treasures waiting to be discovered, hidden places anxiously awaiting the curious and the adventurous. Your own backyard or across the vast ocean, wherever you may be there is magic just waiting to be witnessed.
I recently walked with wonder, among ancient giants who guard our coasts. This is Driftwood Beach, on the remarkable Jekyll Island, Georgia. Isn’t it just spectacular?
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“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
― Albert Einstein
There is a world of magic and wonder, just below the waves. A world worth and in desperate need of protecting. In the US and around the globe, groups are working hard to save these special places and the creatures that inhabit them. To learn more about what you can do to protect the seas please visit: www.surfrider.org
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Life can be crazy. Life can be overwhelming. Everyday we try to juggle this and handle that. I heard someone say the other day that they felt like a hamster on a wheel running and running and always circling back to where they started. Hamster on a wheel, no way.
Life is like a circus, like a carnival. Full of vivid colors, squeals of joy mixed with trepidation, and feverous excitement that fills the air like static. The pure and simple joy of spinning around and around on a majestic vibrant carousel, who’s characters have stood witness to the children we all once were and will embrace our children’s children as old friends some day. Life is just like a carousel, and I could spin forever…
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This is going to sound strange. I love graveyards. If you’re cocking your head to the side as you read this, your suspicions aren’t misplaced. I can’t explain it, its such an odd attraction, especially for someone who in general is a fan of the chipper, sunshinyer side of life.
They have a magic about them, rich in history, steeped in mystery. I always find myself wondering why people avoid them. And avoid them they do! Try it on for size sometime, mention to a complete stranger how you love to stalk around cemeteries, and take in the view and I can guarantee you their view of you will be a slight bit skewed. If you take a moment to think about it its really not all that odd. Graveyards after all are not built for the dead but rather as a place for the living- to visit, to commune, to contemplate.
Odd as it may seem. Graveyards are cool. Southern graveyards in particular hold a special sort of charm. The Old Burying Ground in Beaufort, NC is no exception. The final resting place of privateers, sailors, and even children. History is in no short supply. Famous to infamous, this small cemetery boasts big stories of lives well lived and lost.
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