At the Crossroads

Tom Hanks in Castaway, about 1.5 minutes

Hanks is figuring out where to go next. He is superb.

Walking on some streets and sidewalks, I have found myself totally lost. At an intersection where nothing is at all familiar has dropped me in a confusion hell. Where is North or South? East or west? God, please help me. 

Facing decisions like that are scary and I always wondered about all those crossroads humanity has faced and abilities challenged..

Ralph Macchio vs. Steve Via

Cy  Cooder played for Macchio; Macchio is admired for his mime skill.

The final battle, about 5 minutes long. Watch the final minutes if you don't want to see the whole thing.

This movie is Crossroads, a loose story telling of the legendary Robert Johnson where he supposedly sold his soul to the devil in order to have success as a musician. This movie follows the journey of Willie Brown who has done such with his friend Eugene Martone, a classical guitarist at Julliard. Martone saves Willie Brown by offering to play against lead guitarist played by Steve Vai.

Steve Vai practiced for a year to learn how to play badly at the last scene. It was awesome. 

And just for the heck of it, here are two other Devil Gets Your Soul movies:

Charlie Daniel's epic violin and Devil Went Down to Georgia

about 3 minutes long.

Talented musician

Mick Jagger, Sympathy for the Devil

About 8 minutes long

Rolling Stones have put their stamp on this.

No one can beat it.

These performances hang about in my mind even though I am lost at intersections sometimes. My husband usually rescues me, and God provides for me. God holds my soul and heart. Devil does not hang at my intersections.

We are back from Cow Chipping County and had an amazing time. My brother is special to me. We scooped up some cow patties, laughed, ate catfish, and shared our memories. Good times.

Please let me know about crossroads you have had.

It Was Time

Christmas 2012 with our son John and baby Benjamin in our old home

from our new balcony 

For twenty-seven years, our life in our old neighborhood was one of an almost solitary life.  Our neighbors had moved on, with new one replacing them, but there we stayed, strangers to others.

Twenty-seven years! That was the longest we have ever lived in one spot, and was clear at the twenty-eighth marker, it time for a change.

The move was long overdue, as boxes and unknown treasures of stuff lined the walls and rafters in our garage.  John’s library? Stacks of unread books were on the verge of cascading.

A rose from well-chosen plants in our new garden
Next time I will dust the table.

Close (2 min. drive) to our daughter's house.  Clara, son-in-law Brian, and Lily
after Irish dancing competition

Needing almost nothing of those dusty belongings was our surprising discovery.  Now, in our new house, in our 55+ community, we are finding ourselves involved in clubs and making friends.

Yes, it was definitely time.

The underlined words are from River.  She and several other bloggers have set up "Wednesday Words" for bloggers to use to liven up their writing.

I don't always participate but when I do, I totally have fun. 

Jump on over to that site and create your own take.

Best wishes to all A2Z people!

The Waiting Bride

See*Photo*Write

Dorothy had seen the phantom bride of Bog’s Creek many times.  She was only six when she had skipped towards the creek, seeing the shimmering white form with lighted candles in a silver candelabra.  “Whatcha doin’?”  Dorothy had called.  The bride had disappeared in a mist.

Over the years, Dorothy had called to her.  The bride would hesitate for just a second.  Then she began to turn her head ever so slightly.

Each time, the bride remained just a little longer, turning her head just a bit more.  The candles flickered and glowed.

When Dorothy was almost 20, she again went to Bog’s Creek.  Twisting and turning the diamond ring on her finger, Dorothy’s steps were heavy and reluctant.  The ring was heavy, a burden almost, and a reminder of her looming wedding.

As Dorothy stepped within arm’s reach, the phantom bride turned, looking full into Dorothy’s eyes.  The candles illuminated her pale visage.

Dorothy gasped in recognition.  “You!  Your face is my face!”

The bride gestured to the water and then held out her hand.  Hand and hand, Dorothy and the phantom bride descended into the water’s depths.

p.s.  This is the third story in the Bride stories.  It has been greatly entertaining, and challenging to look at the same photo three ways!  Susan