Words that move me

Today just a quote that I love. It's from The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy. I read it years, ago and it's a terrific book, but I have to say that it's actually his use of language that causes me to return to it again, and again. His descriptive passages stream over me, bathing my senses and creating a full pause in my often-racing mind.

To describe our growing up in the lowcountry of South Caroline, I would have to take you to the marsh on a spring day, flush the great blue heron from its silent occupation, scatter marsh hends as we sink to our knees i mud, open you an oyster witha pocketknife and feed it to you from the shell and say, "There. That taste. That's teh taste of my childhood." I would say, "Breathe deeply," and you would breathe and remember that smell for the rest of your life, the bold, fecund aroma of the tidal mash, exquisite and sensual, the smell of the South in heat, a smell like new milks, semen, and spilled wine, all perfumed with seawater. My soul grazes on it like a lamb on the beauty of indrawn tides.

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