Words for Wednesday

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Here’s a lovely description that shows a sense of place.

I carry the delicate porcelain beauty of Charleston like the hinged shell of some soft-tissued mollusk.  My soul is peninsula-shaped and sun-hardened and river-swollen.  The high tides of the city flood my consciousness each day, subject to the whims and harmonies of all moons rising out of the Atlantic.  I grow calm when I see the ranks of palmetto trees pulling guard duty on the banks of Colonial Lake or hear the bells of St. Michael’s calling cadence in the cicada-filled trees along Meeting Street.  Deep in my bones, I knew early that I was one of those incorrigible creatures known as Charlestonians.  It comes to me as a surprising form of knowledge that my time in the city is more vocation than gift; it is my destiny , not my choice.  I consider it a high privilege to be a native of one of the loveliest American cities, not a high-kicking, glossy, or lipsticked city, not a city with bells on its fingers or brightly painted toe-nails, but a ruffled, low-slung city, understated and tolerant of nothing mismade or ostentatious.  Though Charleston feels a seersuckered, tuxedoed view of itself, it approves of restraint far more than vainglory.

From South of Broad by Pat Conroy

Picture found here.

 

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2 responses to “Words for Wednesday

  1. This was beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.

  2. It’s a city I love, and there is no place else on earth like Charleston. I will miss Pat Conroy’s voice.

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