The paragraphs below represent an excerpt from the poetry, passages and photos featured on the site of two kindred sisters. They are my partners in blogging crime, sugar and muchiness.
Ever since the original post went up, I’ve felt a clawing need to share this story with you. But I resisted, remained still and let what lies below to marinate and stay quietly private for just a bit longer.
After you peek at the sample, spend the rest of your time reading the original post, The Day the World Went Away on Words for the Weekend. Christy and Jennie conjured and composed a masterful collection of classic and original writing that will move and touch your soul.
I’m humbled that these ladies also featured some of my photography in their entry. Only informed with a general theme and unaware of planned placement, it was a complete honor and surprise to be paired with passages from The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It was also a blatant sign that I needed to have the courage to experience the story Mr. McCarthy so eloquently crafted. Something a friend had been pushing me to do for a while–something that I was resisting.
Christy gently cautioned me on the darkness of the story and recommended that I wait to watch it until I was in a sunny, happy place. I found that happy place and within a week I’d read the book, watched the movie and silently thanked that old friend for coaxing me to do so in the first place.
“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
“When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.”
“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”
Click here to see the rest of the masterful post and experience the raw talent of Cayman, Mary, Marius, Jennie and Christy. Cayman and Jennie (C.K. Hope) each wrote original pieces inspired by the theme–I’ve read both more than a dozen times.
Special thanks to Christy and Jennie for letting me in on the adventure. Twinkies and donuts were had by all–impatiently waiting on the return of Daryl.
Posted in parallel to Travel on the Ps and Qs site.