On Sunday we visited the site of the Old Sheldon Church Ruins. I’ve been wanting to go there for the past five summers of our family’s visits to the Lowcountry, but for one reason or another we’ve never made it. We finally did. I found it to be even more majestic and dreamy than I had imagined it would be. It was so quiet and so beautiful in some sort of deeply surreal way — it almost took my breath away. I can’t find my own words for it.
“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” ~James Allen