Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Trinity's Fork-RD2-possible prologue-use of repetition
Annie thought the holiest spot in the world was right here. There was nothing better than her newest favorite book under one arm and a cold bottle of Dr Pepper in her pocket and a baloney sandwich wrapped in wax paper in her hand while she headed to her reading place at the holiest spot in the world. Right here must be God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit's favorite place on earth. Right here was heaven. Right here on the Clear Fork of the Trinity River.
She wasn't the first person to think something similar. If you studied your history like she did; as she was a naturally curious and studious and wanting to be obedient, (but not always succeeding), child. If you studied your local history then you might know that these waters have been called that since 1690 when Alonso De León named the stream the "La Santísima Trinidad" which means the Most Holy Trinity. When she found that out her whole body tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood straight up. It felt like God or Jesus or the Holy Ghost was standing so close to her, she could feel them breathing on her to let her know what she felt was right. Her whole life up until now and for the rest of it, whenever she had that feeling of certainty with a peace and a grace that came with knowing something true, she would think of it as God's Breath.
There was nothing more convenient than the holiest spot being right here on her granddaddy's land. The center of this holiest place was right here, sitting on a massive horizontal branch of an ancient pecan tree, growing like a natural bridge half finished, right over the confluence of where the three branches of her creek met. It was better than church. It was better than school. It most definitely was better than home on the bad days.
This was her favorite place, the place she called Trinity's Fork.
God's Breath -- RD1
Annie thought the holiest spot in the world was right here. There was nothing better than her newest favorite book under one arm and a cold bottle of Dr Pepper in her pocket and a baloney sandwich wrapped in wax paper in her hand, while she headed to the holiest spot in the world. There was nothing more convenient than the holiest spot being right here on her granddaddy's land. The center of this holiest place was right here, sitting on a massive horizontal branch of an ancient pecan tree, growing like a natural bridge half finished, right over the confluence of where the three branches of her creek met. Right here must be God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit's favorite place on earth. Right here was heaven. Right here on the Clear Fork of the Trinity River. Right here was the play she called Trinity's Fork.
She wasn't the first person to think something similar. If you studied your history like she did; as she was a naturally curious and studious and wanting to be obedient, (but not always succeeding), child. If you studied your local history then you might know that these waters have been called that since 1690 when Alonso De León named the stream the "La Santísima Trinidad" which means the Most Holy Trinity. When she found that out her whole body tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood straight up. It felt like God or Jesus or the Holy Ghost was standing so close to her, she could feel them breathing on her to let her know what she felt was right. Her whole life up until now and for the rest of it, whenever she had that feeling of certainty with a peace and a grace that came with knowing something true, with that holy aha feeling, she would think of it as God's Breath.
She wasn't the first person to think something similar. If you studied your history like she did; as she was a naturally curious and studious and wanting to be obedient, (but not always succeeding), child. If you studied your local history then you might know that these waters have been called that since 1690 when Alonso De León named the stream the "La Santísima Trinidad" which means the Most Holy Trinity. When she found that out her whole body tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood straight up. It felt like God or Jesus or the Holy Ghost was standing so close to her, she could feel them breathing on her to let her know what she felt was right. Her whole life up until now and for the rest of it, whenever she had that feeling of certainty with a peace and a grace that came with knowing something true, with that holy aha feeling, she would think of it as God's Breath.
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