Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

A Spot of Heaven; an "H" Word


I was a bit negative on Savannah. Hey! I call'em the way I see'em. Every city puts off vibes and has a general respect, or a degree of a lack thereof, for individuals; for people in general. I have a sense for those things, and found Savannah lacking. Charleston, on the other hand, exudes respect.

For sure Charleston has it's dark places, and some very dark history. But, it is a city that while respecting its past, doesn't live in it, and goes beyond respect of people to actually honor people and life. Its a good place with good vibes.

The picture above is one I took a few years back while visiting Charleston in the spring. Its one of my favorite small spots in the city, and a friendly, peaceful place to take a few minutes to relax, have a cool drink and just mellow out beneath the Carolina moon.

I do have a question. What do you call a place like this? A portico? A grotto? What? I bet there are places exactly like this in heaven.

Posted by Dread, who will be an office prisoner most of today, and wishes he had a small spot like this locally for sanctuary.

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1 comment:

i beati said...

serenity personified..ahhh