Charleston, South Carolina had become my happy place, the place that I, when I am starved for spring after a long upstate New York winter, head to. But since my last visit in April of 2015, Charleston was hit with tragedy. A man who attended a church bible study group opened fire on the participants, killing nine of them.
Many lives changed in that instant. Like sands through an hourglass...
I mourned from afar, seeing familiar places on the news filled with grieving people. I watched the people of Charleston teach the country a lesson - a lesson of strength, a lesson of forgiveness (which is a term so misunderstood by many of us).
Forgiving does not mean forgetting. This I can understand, given that I work in a community that also suffered a horrific mass shooting (see yesterday's post for its commemoration).
I want so much to go back to Charleston this year, but, due to circumstances, I won't be able to. But, in cyberspace, I thought it might be good to stroll the campus of the College of Charleston, about half a mile from the Charleston shooting location, and take you along for the walk.
A beautiful gate.
One day, I will visit Charleston in August (during the season called "Dog Breath Summer" or "Satan's Summer") and see if I still love it.
I think I will.
Charleston. I am in awe of you. Forgiveness does not come easy to me. Against those I feel have wronged me, I hold grudges, sometimes for many years.
I still have to learn the lessons of Charleston - a true type of forgiveness, to break the power of those who have wronged me.