Confluence of Coincidence + Providence

The first time it happened there was a blinding white light that cut my world and me into that which was before and something different. I sat immovable as muffled words were spoken and all color drained from my face. Time stopped. Later I would relate this to taking photographs and capturing light, but in this moment, this searing moment, it just stopped. As I awkwardly rose, I remember telling myself to put one foot in front of the other and just make it to the end of the hall, and, once there, I would see Chuck, waiting patiently in the lobby, and everything would shift again back into its proper perspective. 

-Jen, excerpt from Paradox + Polarity: telling stories of light and dark through desert landscapes

Ann Whittaker