Madame Descartes

   If there's one thing I love more then a great, well made movie, it's an amazing vocabulary, and an original voice. And David St. John... he has that. He very delicately describes Madame Descartes as he sees her and takes in her beauty; "Along the fir wall, a leisurely veil of cigarette smoke steadily latticing the air before her; then I caught her unmistakable reflection in one of the square mirrored pillars, "those regal cheekbones, those nearly opaque, sea-blue eyes that'd commandeered both men and newspapers for forty years, simply lifting to meet mine..."  I love how he describes, in great depth, her eyes before he even sees them. 


   This is something I struggle to maintain. A distinct voice when I write. Every now and then it'll sound like something, or someone, else. When you go through and you read the entire new testament, you can see that paul has his own style, and certain words that he emphasizes the most. John does the same, as does Luke and Peter. When you read the book in the new testament you can tell who wrote it simply by it's voice. David St. John has a voice that is both refreshing and unique. There is another time in the narrative that stands out to me because it is so descriptive that you can't not notice it. "Beneath her quite carefully constructed mask, The islands of rouge mapping soft slopes of power, beneath the precise calm she'd expertly painted for herself before the mirror, I could see why scandal had tattooed even the air she'd walked through. I'd never seen a beauty like hers, riveting as a unicorns soft eye." 


   In chapel last friday (Yes... I go to religion chapel at Southeastern) The had a panel of three women who are actively involved in ministry. Each one had something different to say as far as how ministry is to be approached and dealt with, but they al had the same underlying theme... find your voice. They argued that your life is a story, and it has a voice. One of my goals is to find that voice and to write that story, and then to eventually read it to my children, and to my children's children, so that they too can find their voice. But why stop there? Why not so that everyone can read it? My dream is to help others discover their voice, to write their stories. For this I now live...