𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥. – Alice Walker 

I imagine there’s not a lot one can say about a work like this that probably hasn’t been said, but there is a lot to be said of the distance one travels when staying alive, gaining experience, and reflecting.

…And all I’ve been thinking about is God. 

I’ve been thinking about where it’s at, how we find it + how it continuously bursts out of whatever we’ve tried to hold it in. And like that Ultimate Ancestor, Walker’s prose is elusive in the way that the relationships explored in these letters seem to pour out of the boundaries of the stationary they occupy in the reader’s mind–they seem to not be bound in anyway by what letters use to compartmentalize scenes–resulting in a connectedness that gets at the root of what correspondence should do: resume, restore, resuscitate, reaffirm, reawaken + reopen.

And if all of these things in the quote I chose are not only of God, but are it, then one must ponder too, wonder even, how simple it is of us to not think the love Celie + Shug shared to be divine and natural as the color purple (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦?)? …And furthermore how simple of us to think anything here, there + everywhere to not be natural? Queer folk don’t have to explain anything, ‘cause like Celie said, her pants are special because anybody can wear them. So it is with love. Anybody can wear it.

Getting man off your eyeball + how this world has allowed a certain concept(s) of man in patriarchy effort to make us think it’s necessary + all–like God–is one of the processes from which no one was exempt in this novel if they hoped to enjoy a conscious connection to the All That Is. Letting this work continue to have me participate in that has got me thinking about conjuring up flowers, wind, water, and big ol’ rocks. I could go on and on and maybe I will, but not today. 

Written in debt to Alice Walker the writer/medium.