Im writing a love story based in the Delta. Here is a bit of the preface. Preface_Title Unknown …“The land lay before me as though a ribbon beckoning me onward, compelling me forward, to what I knew not. It was a time of discovery of self and all that the world had to offer. It was a time of great opportunity with regard to education and enlightenment about other people and other social mores. It was a time of innocence and young love. Love for all people and experiences, fresh as holly leaves born out of the harsh edge of winter. And winter it was when I first encountered the land itself. Grays and browns of varying shades was the curtain that shrouded the verdant green that would give way in not so many months. It was in the bitter cold of January that I first fell in love with the people that conjoin with the land to define the Delta. It was at a small University located in the heart of the Delta where those same people entered my life and forever changed the same. It was the people who colored my world when the land offered none. It was the people of that place and space in time that caused my heart to be forever changed. There was Dr. Mac, the Registrar of the University; Betsy the recruiter; Penny the secretary; and Sissy who I roomed with during rush. It became my sorority sisters for a couple of years and those with whom I recruited as a student; those who labored long hours with me in chemistry lab, later attending medical school in Jackson while I attended physical therapy school; or those with whom I studied the Bible. It has always been the people of any place that leaves a mark on my heart. At that point in time, my heart was nothing but a beating force, driving me onward toward a newly found awareness of all things. Encountering new people for the first time was invigorating and became preparation for all of the following years I’ve come to know as my life. But for all of the people I have encountered for over a half a century there was only one that could make my heart skip a beat. That one so changed my view of love, I would never be the same girl although it would take more than thirty years for that girl to grow up enough to realize what true love was all about. For thirty years, that girl attempted to veil the love she found as an eighteen-year-old, only to discover at fifty, her heart had always been his and his heart hers…” ©sarah_beaugez_preface_titleUnknown_2014
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 02:34:50 +0000
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