Thursday, March 17, 2011

the opening paragraph.

She wasn’t sure when it happened. That slow, sad arc toward not feeling. That moment when indifference turns to empathy and stillness turns to stagnant anger. But it happened still, and that morning, with the sunlight streaming into her coffee, she embraced it. leaned into it, even. And in doing so, leaned even farther away from him.

It was a Sunday, she remembered, when her life was irrevocably altered in the cold hospital room with whitewashed, sanitary walls. A blessed day of rest, spent in an agonizing 48 hours of labor. And then. Sheer, weak relief snatched as soon as it washed into her toes and began up her shins to the rest of her body. A weak cry in her arms, snatched away before she could kiss her forehead, with its goose down hair and squinted eyes. Tests and more tests, visits and more visits, that started on Sunday and continued. A defect. A disability. A despair. And finally, on this Tuesday of reckoning, a discovery.

15 comments:

becca said...

happy st. patrick's day

the southern hostess said...

So beautifully written. Looking forward to reading more!

Blondie's Journal said...

You have gotten my curiosity. Let's hear more.

XO,
Jane

SarahB said...

WOW!!! LOVE THIS!!

Thisisme. said...

Lovely words, but it sounds very sad.

melissa said...

This is so beautiful! xo

Kimbirdy said...

oh such beauty in the sadness.

Melissa: Write it in Lipstick said...

so well written, makes me wonder what it pertains to.

Write it in Lipstick

everyone calls me bon bon said...

Hmmm, I'm intrigued. Beauty in the mystery. xoxo

Brandi {not your average ordinary} said...

I so want to read more. It's chilling and beautiful. You have such a way of weaving words together.

Shalyn said...

Oh, if this is part of a book you are reading I will just die! So beautiful!

Ana* said...

I'm in LA as I type this from my celphone, it's taking me ages to write this comment, my Internet is slow but i'd to get online to read your posts. They are kind of addicting

Katie said...

This is really powerful. Your writing is amazing.

xoxo
Katie

Kandice said...

i nearly teared up while reading this. wow, your style of writing is breathtaking. i love reading each and every post and, after following you, have since gone back to previous posts and read those too. it really gets to me.

i just want you to know that i {along with everyone else as you well know} think you're very talented and a beautiful person.

thanks for sharing yourself with the blog world.

if you'd like, you can come see what my little family of blessings is up to at www.kandice-sean.blogspot.com. we'd love to have you stick around what with all your beautiful words

<3, kandice

Lynn {hearted girl} said...

Courtney, this is something so candid and deep. i'm not sure if it's a personal story or perhaps something from someone else's (fiction or non) but it is definitely profoundly touching and bittersweet. bless you. ♥

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