There is an oxymoronic quality to rain for me; it's a fresh drink of water for the earth, but it also makes me consider just how fragile and fleeting true goodness is. I like rain (especially accompanied with thunder, long and rolling and tremulous) because it brings me perspective. It helps me focus.
While family settled in during that week last summer, I walked alone among the William and Lee University and Virginia Military Institute campuses (a mere change in brick color in the pathway separates the two!) and visited the George Marshall Museum. I was the sole visitor in a small, but well-thought out space of what is the front of the library. Marshall's contribution to the second half of last century was truly inspiring not in terms of the politics, but of the way in which he went about helping grow the peace which had been so sorely missing in the world up to that time. (It's also the closest I'll ever be to a Nobel Peace medal!)
Leaving the museum, within a mere half-mile walk, is Lee's Chapel. Here both Lee and his equine companion, Traveller, are buried. Most memorable for me is the lower level room in which visitors can see Lee's office (left as was/is) and in which Lee met with each new student and presented the challenge: "We have but one rule here, and it is that every student be a gentleman."
Perhaps a little rain will help us all.




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