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Guide Our Feet into the Way of Peace, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“Guide our feet into the way of peace.” Luke 1:79

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“Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse.” ~ Japanese Proverb ~

Since last Tuesday I’ve felt like I have been living in a vacuum – you know that feeling of emptiness and void. I’ve had writer’s block like I’ve not had in a long, long time.

We have been saturated this past week with drama and tragedy beyond words. Add to that the anniversaries of past tragedies, a much overlooked earthquake in China and typical spring weather with tornadoes tossing people’s homes in the air like Lego blocks.

Then, I’ve been trying to scan images from the past 20 to 30 years and create a documented history of the images of my life. That went south this week with “technical difficulties”.

It’s enough to give a zombie PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder)…

And, then I saw today’s picture among my digital files and the first words that crossed my mind were “guiding light”….

I have made it no secret I am enamored with lighthouses. I don’t even remember the first lighthouse I saw. It could have been the remnants of a lighthouse damaged by a storm on the Gulf Coast. But, it was enough to spark a live long passion and fascination. I’ve made it a goal to visit as many lighthouses as I can whenever I visit a location and a lighthouse is nearby. There are many stories that accompany these structures. Some are tragic and some are heroic…

Sound like this past week…

In their day Lighthouses were beacons of hope for seafarers that pointed the way to safe harbor. The lighthouse keep and his family were hearty stock who many times lived in isolation miles out to sea.

Imagine being on a small (by today’s standard) wooden ship, in the dark of night on a vast sea that is just as dark. You know ahead of you is trouble and danger…and then you see it…that steady blinkblinkblink of a light telling you exactly where the danger is. I can only imagine the joy and comfort that light offered in a formidable darkness.

Today’s lighthouse is the St. Augustine (Florida) Lighthouse. It stands on the north end of Anastasia Island.

As a young nation, one of the first things the United States did was commission several lighthouses at perilous points along the its coast. In 1824 the US government commissioned a lighthouse for St. Augustine at what would be its first location. It was place close to the location of where the Spanish had an old watchtower. By 1870 the light was facing erosion and in 1880 in crashed forevermore into the sea.

Foreseeing the inevitable, the government began construction on a new light in the present location before the old light deteriorated. The new light was completed in 1874 and lit in October of that year. That lighthouse is the one standing today.

In August of 1886 a massive 7.3 earthquake rocked Charleston, South Carolina. During the quake, the St. Augustine lighthouse swayed violently, but withstood the violent shaking.

Later, during World War II the lighthouse was used as a training station for the US Coast Guard and as a lookout position for enemy ships.

Looking back at the history of the St. Augustine lighthouse it amazes me what a remarkable allegory between that lighthouse and our nation.

It is and has been dark at the foot of the lighthouse…

It has been dark at the feet of our nation… As a nation we have seen upheaval, violence, war and erosion of beliefs, values and families. But, we are still standing much like that lighthouse…

Now, to move on and survive and for peace, we must look up…not at the darkness at the foot of the lighthouse, but up at the Light, the Guiding Light…

© 2013 Beverly Hicks Burch All Rights Reserved.

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Empty Chairs, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“…This chair, this empty chair where you belong, right in front of me once again, I miss you. “ ~ Alex ~

OK City Memorial Jan 2001

Reflecting Pool and Gate of Time, a memorial marking the time of the bombing – 9:03 AM April 19, 1999

OK City Memorial B Jan 2001

Each chair represents an empty chair at the dinner table in the homes of the casualties…each chair represents a life lost on that day. The children’s chairs are smaller than the adult chairs. 168 people lost their lives that day.

There is something about this middle week of April. As Plutarch reported, while on his way to the Senate, Caesar was warned by a seer, “Beware the Ides of March”.

From April 15th onward, we now mark too many anniversaries no nation, no people should ever have to mark in a lifetime..let alone in the short span of two decades.

Maybe we should from here on out “beware the Ides of April”…

Like most historical events, I’m sure each of us can remember where we were when each of these events unfolded…

April 19, 1993 was the day that saw the end of the siege of a religious cult compound in Waco, Texas. The siege had begun 50 days earlier after a confrontation between the AFT and some compound members. At its height, the maximum population of members in the compound were 132. They were facing Attorney General Janet Reno, the ATF, FBI, Texas Rangers, Texas National Guard and US Army Special Forces. By the end of the siege on April 19th, 76 men, women and children lay dead from a fire that engulfed the compound after an attack from authorities was launched against the compound.

April 19, 1995 was a dark day in American history. On that day US citizens saw first-hand the evil face of domestic terrorism when the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was demolished by a “car bomb”. The magnitude of the bomb blast was so great that 324 buildings in a 16 block radius were damaged. 168 innocent people lost their lives that day including 19 precious children under the age of 6. They had been part of the future of America…

April 20, 1999 two deranged students took siege of Columbine High School in Columbine, Colorado. They were not only armed with firearms, but they also had knives and had rigged 99 explosives throughout the school and in vehicles parked around the school. Thirteen people died that day before the cowards turned their weapons on themselves and committed suicide.

April 16, 2007 a student with documented mental illness went on a rampage on the campus of Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, Virginia killing 32 people and injuring another 17. He then killed himself.

And, now we have April 15, 2013. The day two bombs detonated at the beloved Boston Marathon. I love Boston. I have spent good times there. I love the Red Sox. When I heard of the location of the blast, I thought, “My God, I’ve probably walked that street.” It felt personal to this Southern gal, even though I’m not a runner.

It’s too early at this point to have all the details. We do know 3 people lost their lives, 140 have been injured, some very gravely. Officials are being very tight lipped about a “person of interest”. They have been reluctant to call this an act of terrorism until just recently. Foreign media is reporting there is a Saudi national who was in the US on a school visa being held in custody. There is much still to learn about this developing story…

When I originally began working on this post Sunday (the 14th) I had no idea that evil was lurking around the corner, waiting to explode and break the tentative since of security and safety we have here in the States. Each event seems to chip a little bit more away each time…I believe we are more under siege than we realize…

I began this post to commemorate the the upcoming anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing and share some photos I took during a visit there in 2001.

It was a cold, overcast somber day in January 2001 when I visited the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial. The crucial essence or backbone of what the memorial was to be was in place, but other areas were still developing. It would be dedicated a year later and officially opened. One of the most sobering and moving tributes was a stretch of chain link fence that was full of tributes left by individuals in memory of those lost on that horrific day.

The day I was there wasn’t quite six years past April 19, 1995 when that deadly and unbelievable act of domestic terrorism took away the innocence of Oklahoma City and of the nation at large. We had wept as a country. Six years later I still wanted to weep.

We were changed forever more…

But, we were yet to be tested…

Little did I know, standing there in January 2001 in less than six months I would be going through an unforeseeable upheaval of my own when my husband walked out on our marriage. Nor did I know in less than nine months our nation would be rocked to its very foundation when foreign terrorist attack the US on September 11, 2001 leaving almost another 3,000 empty chairs across the country.

We all walked around, stunned, shocked, concerned, frightened and asking “why” after each of these event. We became angry, pointed fingers and railed against man and God each time forgetting it is that kind of darkness that leads to the acts that have damaged us in the first place. It takes very dark hearts to carry out such devastating acts against the innocent.

I like the way James says it: “What starts wars and fighting among you? Is it not because you want many things and are fighting to have them? You want something you do not have, so you kill. You want something you cannot get, so you fight for it…” James 4:1-2 New Life Version

I would venture to say a dark heart is at the root of any act of senseless violence…

There are many, many empty chairs across the nation tonight. Regardless of how that chair became empty, it hurts. My own family went through the holiday season with an achingly empty chair because we lost my beloved Aunt LaRue last June. There’s been an empty chair in my heart since I lost my Papaw at the age of ten. No one can ever fill those empty chairs…

Tonight, we add at least three more empty chairs because of the bombing in Boston.

My heart grows weary of these needlessly, vacant, empty chairs….

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Explore. Dream. Discover., by Beverly Hicks Burch

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain ~

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In the days of sailing, when maritime merchants, explorers, treasure seekers and navies ruled the seas there was one place they wanted to avoid if at all possible. And, that was the dreaded “horse latitudes”.

The horse latitudes are located at 30 and 35 degrees North and South and are in warm, dry subtropical zones. That amounts to very little rain and wind…the fuel of the vehicles of transportation of the day.

So, many times ships would be caught languishing in the horse latitudes for days at a time. Concern and fear would begin to rise up amongst the crew as to whether there would be enough food and water to feed themselves and the horses. As the stories go, they were also concerned about dead weight and felt maybe lightening the load might help them survive the horse latitudes.

As a result, they did begin lightening the load. And, no, it wasn’t those bottles of “yo-ho-a-pirate’s-life-for-me-rum” going overboard…it was the horses. Hence the term horse latitudes. Personally I think those bottles of rum might have been clouding their judgment just a tad, because there certainly wasn’t going to be any Yellow Cabs waiting on them to ferry them around when they hit dry land…but, that’s a totally different story…

I saw an ad on TV the other day and it gave me pause. An older woman was speaking. She related how she retired on a Friday, was in school on Monday morning, has a new career and is doing voice over work. She had reinvented herself.

That certainly is the spirit of today’s quote!

I think we all have hopes, dream, goals and bucket lists if you will. We begin by dashing out of the starting gate with the enthusiasm of a young race horse. We start to hit some of those highlights, but then things begin to happen and before you know it you are in safe harbor or the horse latitudes and have been there for some time. You begin to wonder what went wrong. You become disillusioned.

I will have to say, though, I disagree with Mr. Twain on one small point. I do believe we do look back and regret some of those things we did, because they may be part of the reason we’re stuck…in a wrong relationship, wrong job or whatever.

This feeling of being stuck…loosing your goals…your dreams or wondering if you’ll finish that bucket list is something I certainly can identify with. Life does have a way of sailing in with little detours.

For me it was failing health and a wrong relationship.

Now, take today’s picture for instance. I took this picture in Camden, Maine in 1990 (using my old SRL Pentax).  Camden is a beautiful little sleepy hamlet on the coast of Maine, just east of Augusta, Maine. Some people may remember Camden as the location set for the movies Peyton Place and Carousel.

How did a Southern gal from Alabama every end up in a place like that? Well, I was sailing out of the horse latitudes!

My momma told me one time I was “adventurous”. I had never looked at myself that way and when I quizzed her, she said I was adventurous because I liked to travel. Well, guilty on that charge!

But, I have over the last few years begun to think I’ve lost my goals, dreams and sense of adventure. Being chronically ill will do that to you.

Then I decided…Whoa, wait a minute here! I’m not dead…at least not yet. There are other adventures out there. Maybe different kinds. It’s time to lighten the load of disappointments. And, with God’s grace I can still strike off some of those other “bucket list” items.

So, I have decided…even if I’m on a rubber raft, I’m going to throw off those bowlines, set sail and explore…dream…discover…

How about you?

© 2013 Beverly Hicks Burch All Rights Reserved.


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The Sigh of History Rises Over Ruins, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes…” ~ Derek Walcott ~

Sugar mill on st.croix

What child thinks about being an archeologist as a career path when they grow up? This little girl for one. I have always been fascinated with history. I don’t mean the kind where a droning teacher or professor stands before the class and requires you to memorized nothing but dates (although dates are important). I’m talking about history that is almost living and breathing.

That’s probably part of the reason I love to travel…to see how the rest of the world lives and lived.

Depending on you age you probably have seen pivotal historical moments…times that changed the country, history and even the landscape. The most recent one that comes to my mind, of course, is the 9/11 attacks on the USA. For this generation that is much like what Pearl Harbor was for the last generation…a defining moment. I can look back and see a historical timeline of other defining pinpoints in history. The Mount St. Helen eruption was not only historical but literally changed the landscape.

I snapped today’s picture in 1998 while in St. Croix, US Virgin Islands. The USVI were originally colonized by the Dutch and for them sugar was a big money making crop. As a result, the ruins of old sugar mills in varying states of decay dot the entire island. I’m sure for some they represent oppression and for others they represent industry and progress. They are a wonder and in some cases isolated sights to behold.

As I look back over the timeline of my life I see pivotal moments…moments I wish I could change, like battling non-smoking lung cancer twice, or making some of the mistakes I’ve made. Then there are moments I’d gladly recount. And, then there are those moments that have changed the landscape of my life, like the birth of my child and finding my Tall & Handsome.

I don’t think I will ever create history book type history, but when I’m gone I hope those who knew me can look back at my life, my history and see kindness, love, compassion, industry and creativity. I hope the ruins in my life with be minimal.

And, I hope the sigh of History will rise over my life…

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The Sky is the Daily Bread of My Eyes, by Beverly Hicks Burch

The sky is the daily bread of my eyes.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

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I was conflicted today. The sky is truly the daily bread on my life and probably your life also. But, as Konrad Adenauer said, “We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizons.”

Can anything be more revealing than those two quotes?

Tall & Handsome and I have that discussion on occasion. He talks about the southwestern sky…looking out across the high desert and how blue the sky is and the wondrous changes that occur at sunset.

I on the other hand remark there are some pretty awesome skies right here in the South. I have seen some of the bluest skies in my life by just looking up and taking in the sky of the day. Yet, I have stood amongst the peaks of the Great Smoky Mountains and had my inner soul moved at the sight of God’s creation…that mysterious “smoke” rising off the mountains and melding as one with the sky in front of me. It is no wonder my Scotch-Irish ancestor picked that spot to settle and begin their life in the New World.

Some may find today’s picture foreboding and ominous. I on the other hand take comfort in it. I am not a great sun worshiper. This is a conversation I had with my Aunt LaRue many times and something we had in common. She was a Tennessee girl that was transplanted to central Florida and she hated it till the day she died. One of the main reasons? The unrelenting constant sunshine and lack of good rainy days. What can I say? We love rainy days…probably in part because they are kinder on our unrelenting autoimmune disorders.

This is another picture I snapped on St. Thomas back in 1998. I like to look at these dark clouds and crashing waves and parallel them to life. Since 1998 I’ve been through many personal storms, times when I wondered if there was even an eye in the storm. But, just like this image, I have learned that, yes, there is Light behind those clouds and yes, sometimes that Light will just surprise me with a proverbial silver lining when I least expect.

So, I think I will continue to look up for my daily bread…

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Life is Easy to Chronicle…, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.” ~ E. M. Forster, from A Room with a View ~

view from hotel in st thomas

When I look at today’s Picture of the Day and quote, I think of a phrase that is common in today’s slang and vernacular…

“True that…”

Life can be truly easy to chronicle, especially in today’s digital age. Not only can we now journal and photograph our lives, but we can blog, Tweet, Facebook, Instagram, video, Skype, vlog, and many other forms of documenting and social networking.

Yet, still, human as we are, life is still bewildering to practice. It is the nature of our inner id…it is what make’s like unbearable, frustrating, surprising, wonderful and exciting. It is the good, the bad and the ugly and then it swings around to the awesome.

I am reminded of this when I look at this picture. This was the view from my hotel room in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. I had taken my Aunt LaRue there in 1998. It was a trip of a lifetime for her and it now offers me memories to cherish now that she is gone. It is an image I am working to preserve from the ravages of time just as I work to hold on to those precious memoires of my aunt.

My life is fairly well chronicled. Daddy has old 8mm home movies of me and my sister as young lasses. I can not tell you what it’s like to see a 2nd grade Bev doing the Hokey Pokey…it is bewildering, yet delightful to Tall & Handsome.

Some of those bewildering moments were learning lessons, some I would like to bury under a stone and forget forever and some I like to remember and relive daily…like the first time I laid eyes on my Tall & Handsome. I am constantly bewildered by and thrilled by the awesomeness of Nature’s great wonder.

But, today’s picture reminds me of one sure thing…the chronicling…and bewildering will still continue…

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The End of the World, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.” ~ Richard Bach ~

Cypress trees TX State part Oct 1999 B

I have a treasure trove of pictures dating back more years than I care to count…long before the word “digital” was even thought about. Many were taken with a SRL 35mm Pentax I owned at the time and others were taken with cameras long past the lost and found, some maybe even with my first Instamatic.

The images have started to fade even though I have tried to preserved them from the clutches of time. One “bucket list” item is to scan as many as I can, therefore committing them to the digital universe continuum…

To do this I am experimenting with a new toy…a hand held or “wand” scanner if you will. Such a handy device for someone like me who deals with health issues from time to time. I am anxious to see how my toy gets along with my archive of images.

Today’s picture if the first of those images…

This is one of my all time favorite images and places I visited. It was a place I had the pleasure of sharing with my beloved Aunt LaRue whom I lost this past June. It is also an image I wrote about when Tall & Handsome and I first met and corresponded and “courted” long distance.

I happened upon these cypress trees in a state park outside of San Antonio, Texas. It was actually more like the Hill Country of Texas. We were out there for my son’s graduation from basic training at Lackland Air Force Base, but we were taking time to enjoy some of the “color” Texas has to offer. Texas holds a special spot in my heart because I celebrated my second birthday in Texas and as a result, my daddy calls me his “little Texas girl” to this very day.

This was one of the most tranquil and serene places I’ve ever seen. You may take a cursory look and your first reaction is, “Wow, that’s desolate and looks like the end of the world as I know it!”

But, what you can’t hear is the water and the quietness of nature and what you can’t see are the hundreds if not thousands of Monarch butterflies nestled in and hanging in kaleidoscopic clusters amongst the trees. We had unknowingly visited at just the right time, in October during migration season. It was a powerful, moving sight to behold.

No, this place is not the end of the world, but what the Master allowed me to see as the serene, quiet place of thousands of butterflies…I will never forget it…

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The Wolves of Insignificance From the Door, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.” ~ Saul Bellow ~

If Walls could Talk

I was going through my portable hard drive this morning and rediscovered this image. It’s one of my favorites…I love doors, they hold mysteries behind their closed portals in my opinion. I apologize if you have seen this previously, but I wanted an opportunity to share it with my newer readers.

About five years ago I had business that took me on a drive from my home in August, GA where we were living at that time to Savannah, GA. For any of you familiar with that drive, you know it’s not a particularly long one (two and half hour or so), but it’s not necessarily an easy one.

For most of the trip you are traveling back in time to the very old, very Deep South and doing so sans nice multi-lanes interstates. Yes, the way to the past is paved mostly with two lane roads. And, the time of year I took the trip, July, the weather was…well the In the Heat of the Night or Cat on a Hot Tin Roof hot. That would be hot, humid and sultry…just a typical Southern summer day.

On my drive back to Augusta, the sun was beginning the track low on the horizon making its way to sunset. I was hoping for a chance to capture some interesting photographs, but, nothing was catching my “fancy”…until I stopped at a four way stop sign in the middle of nowhere Georgia…

As I sat at the stop sign, I glanced to my left and there she sat, this quite, aged relic of the past. My photograph I’d been waiting for. She was sitting right at the edge of the road, just waiting for me.

Any good Southern girl could see the good “bones” she had: a huge overhanging eave that would offer much needed shade from the unforgiving Southern summer sun, and not one, but two double doors that had a one time lead out onto large porches. (The old remnants of where the porches and their supports had been are still visible.)

My first reaction was, “Oh, if those walls could talk!” My imagination was out of the gate and went wild. Had a “Big Daddy” lived there, or a “Scout”, a latter day Scarlett or even a Zelda.

But, then I thought why does it have to be people like that to be interesting? It could have been someone just like me…or my wonderful Papaw Hicks or one of his sisters like Aunt Ruthy who lived in a big old house on the side of a mountain in Kinzel Springs, TN in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. Or My Momma’s people from Middle Tennessee. They were all wonderful, talented people who lead interesting lives and created memories for their families to pass down.

Those memories do keep the wolf of insignificance from the door…for those gone and those still here…we have a sense of who we are and where we come from.

I hope the families that lived in this wonderful old house were also keeping the wolves from the door…their families deserved it and so does this proud old relic still standing, quietly telling a memory of significance…

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I Saw Life and it was Something Real…and it was Something Private, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“There it was before her – life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private…” ~ To the Lighthouse, Virginia Wolfe ~

Some of you may recognize this spot. Yes, it was taken at Driftwood Beach on Jekyll Island, GA.

Jekyll Island is a beautiful and unique place and Driftwood Beach is even more so. It’s called Driftwood Beach because the “driftwood” that lines the beach is the carcasses of ancient Southern Oak Trees who have given up the ghost to time, wind and erosion. You can see another view in the photo I took and use in the header of my blog. The foreground of this photograph is another example of the “driftwood” littering the beach.

This particular view has special meaning to me. If you look just close enough you can see in the background, just left of center, the St. Simons Island (GA) Lighthouse. I have a great fondness and love for lighthouses around the world and the stories they tell and represent.

Standing there looking out across the driftwood laden beach, across the water and upon the lighthouse was a surreal experience. Like Virginia Wolfe, I saw life…it was something real, it was something bittersweet and…it was something private…

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Winter’s Bone Structure, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” ~ Andrew Wyeth ~


A little over three years ago Tall & Handsome and I went to Minnesota to spend Thanksgiving with his family. We also celebrated his mother’s 90th birthday. It was a grand time.

I had spent several months in Minnesota back in the 1980s and had fallen in love with the natural beauty of the “arrowhead region” or the North Shore of Lake Superior. One of my very favorite spots on the North Shore is Split Rock Lighthouse.

So, when we started to head home, we took a little detour and headed north first. Sharing this lighthouse with T & H was something I eagerly looked forward to. I have long been a devotee of all things lighthouse, and Split Rock is one of the most unique and unusual I have visited.

Take into account also, we were headed north in the month of November…late November…getting closer and closer to the Canadian border. That equaled COLD!! There was already snow on the ground in places.

Even so, the experience was everything I had hoped for. T & H loved the place and we had a wonderful, romantic side trip. It was a much needed trip from the everyday to day stresses of life.

I had never seen this part of Minnesota during winter and during the drive one thing I began to notice were the trees loaded with bright red Winterberries. I loved the juxtaposition of the Winterberries against the background of the lighthouse in today’s picture of the day.

What delightful, vivid splashes of color the Winterberries brought against the stark beauty of Nature’s bone structure during winter!

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