People, Places, Platforms and the James Island Cowboys


After the interview, I saddled up on Baby Girl for a pic with Dexter.

Getting my first magazine article published has resulted from an interesting turn of events.  Several weeks after moving back home to Charleston, SC in April, I was invited to accompany a friend to an event.  Since I’m usually up for new experiences, I agreed to go–not knowing exactly what kind of event it was, who would be in attendance, where the event was being held, or even who was hosting it.  Looking back on it now, it seems like when you least expect it, people, places, and platforms will conspire to propel you into sacred purpose.

So as it turns out, the event was a 60th birthday party, and this was not just any party.  It was THE party of the century, at least to me anyway.  At a beautifully decorated outdoor gathering space on the banks of the Ashley River under the stunning starlit skies of the Charleston low country, this party was “on and poppin” with live music, dancing, food, spirits, desserts, and fascinating people.

In fact, I had the pleasure of meeting some of those fascinating people that night.  After being introduced to a new friend and timidly telling him that I was a writer, he offered to introduce me to a friend of his, who was an editor.  Having just met me, though, I probably half-believed him, but he was absolutely sincere about his offer–so much so that he found me right before I was about to leave to make the introductions.

Unexpectedly, this series of events–meeting new people in a new place offered me a new platform that aligns with my gift of writing.  Those connections that were made six months ago also coincided with an event that happened two months later.  That second event happened one night in late June when I stopped at the Walgreens on James Island after attending my niece’s summer camp orchestra concert.

Upon walking out of the Walgreen’s, I discovered two cowboys on horses in the parking lot.  Now, I don’t know what you encounter when you visit the drugstore, but cowboys on horses seemed a bit unusual to me.  So, I did what just about anybody else would do, I took pictures as proof and posted them on Facebook.

My first meeting with Fancy and Desmond in the Walgreens parking.

My editor friend happened to see the pictures and thought that a profile on the cowboys might be a good piece to include in an upcoming edition of Charleston Magazine.  Of course, neither of us had any real idea of who these cowboys were until I saw them again a few weeks later.  It was at that second meeting that a fan approached and referred to the duo as the James Island Cowboys.

Now that I had a name to share with the editor, the possibility of this article really began to materialize, and I eventually received the assignment to interview and write the profile on the Cowboys by August 31st for the November issue.  Click here to read the profile on the James Island Cowboys entitled Range Rovers.

The seeming synchronicity of events that have led to the publication of my first magazine article has offered me some poignant lessons about sacred purpose.  First of all, be open to new people and places, for they may offer us access to new platforms.  Secondly, though sacred purpose may seem to elude us for weeks, months, or even years, stay vigilant, because we never know when the stars will align.  Our responsibility is to be ready.  Finally, people, places, and platforms will not matter if we fail to seize the opportunities presented to us.





Published by Tara LaShawn Seabrook

I have been co-creating wholeness and authenticity at the intersection of creativity, spirituality, and justice to nurture the transformation of individuals, organizations, and communities for the last 20 years.

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