Rhyme and Reason

HISTORY ALIVE

Walking the streets of Charleston and Savannah with my girls - you can feel it, it is everywhere.  The vitality of all those who have played their part on the grand stage of life.  It is recorded beneath your feet, in the wind, in the Spanish Moss hanging from the trees, down plantation lanes, in pictures and paintings of faces and families who stare back at you with life's light in their eyes, in the white sand, along the rivers, in the swamps, in the homes that were burned down over and over again by war and mishap, the graveyards with tiny tombstones of those who lived hours or days, or 95 years, clomping horses, big, bright cooking, sad and happy stories being whispered and shouted and sung of emancipation, in tears and smiles, in pride and glory. I have never felt “dead and gone” feel so alive.