Friday, January 20, 2012

Ahhhh, January

January in Georgia tends to be cold, and wet. 
Always, during this season, I find myself homesick for Spring in Savannah,
and on my Island....

And, the mysterious places.

There are places on my Island,
Magical...and Spiritual.

Where sometimes, the lines between reality,
and imagination, become blurred.

Where the scent of plough mud,
and salt water,
often unpleasant to others,
suddenly becomes a perfume to the soul.
A balm of Gilead.

Where it sometimes seems that time
really does stand still.
And, memories linger.....

This place, I dream about...
On a cold, wet January day.


Miss Char said...

Thanks for stopping by Becky, I appreciate it. I'll never get tired of seeing that last picture. What a wonderful season for y'all.

Shelley in SC said...

Wow! This IS magical. Is this an island off the coast of Georgia? Yes, this drippy, gray weather could really make me floa away in my mind to a place like you've pictured. ::sigh::