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.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Truth

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. - Helen Hayes


Were life beneath the Carolina moon not a mix of curse and blessing, I would argue with Ms. Hayes. Alas, we have that mix and thus our bliss is intermittent. Never less though is God's love, even when ours doubts or falters.

Dread
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