Caitlyn siehl biography of william hill

Daniela Zárrate 11C

Rationale
The Color Purple by the American writer Alice Walker narrates the touching story of an abused,
uneducated, African American woman named Celie, who struggles for empowerment, through
letters she writes to God.

As I read the letters Celie wrote, pouring her heart out to God, I always had a question in mind:
will God ever respond to her prayers and if so, how would he? In the present task, I intent to
provide an opportunity for God to deliver an answer in a form of a letter, which Celie very much
deserves to the all 90 letters she wrote to him from age 14 to 44. In this letter, God will explain to
Celie why everything in her life turned out the way it did. He will also mention events such as
Celie’s first letter, when Celie married Mr., how Mr. brutally punished her, and Nettie’s letters to
Celie.

Celie receives this letter the day of 4th of July when she finally reunites with Nettie and her children
Olivia and Adam after 30 years. Because of the occasion, Celie goes looking for the U.S flag in a
trunk, and as she unfolds it she is surprised by an envelope which reads: to Celie, from God. In
this letter God speaks to Celie in an informal way where he presents a hopeful, loving and paternal
tone.

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July 4, 1930
10-23 Woodstock street, Georgia, USA

My dearest Celie,

It may be strange for you to see this letter and you may be wondering if this truly is me.
Well, I have to admit I have never written a letter to any of my children before, but you Celie, you
are special and deserve a response to all the letters you have written. I know you have been waiting
for a sign since your first letter where you said, “I am I have always been a good girl. Maybe you
can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.” Yes Celie, you have always been a
good girl, but good isn’t a word strong enough to describe you. Celie you are much more than
simply good, you are patient, caring, comp

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Dear reader,

November be done (almost), and this year is slowly coming to an end. It’s been one hell of a tumultuous year for me and the world at large. No regrets, but I cannot wait to move on. To write 01 / 01 / 24 in the pages of my journal.

I’ve been in a somewhat inspired state, working on daily drawings and sporadic collages. The act of making something, anything, is the one guaranteed source of delight in life, apart from my cat Haiku. From the nearly-perfect pasta after years of experimenting to a poem with words and phrases cut up from forgotten magazines from decades ago, there is a sense of joy and restfulness that creativity opens up in me.

In other news, don’t forget to look at the gorgeous full moon tonight.

Staying with Mary Lou Cook’s words tonight:
“Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes, and having fun.”

Five poems that filled me with fleeting delight:

1. Chocolate Chip Pancakes by Caitlyn Siehl

You are making breakfast
in every dream that I have
of you.

You are in the kitchen, your
soft middle pressed up against
the cold marble countertops
like a vision too beautiful for
the magazines, sprinkling
dark chocolate chips over
pancakes.

I think for a brief second that
I am dreaming inside of my dream,
that I had to make you up twice,
just to get it right.
You, brushing your dark hair out
of your face, smearing batter
across your cheeks.

You have come and made
my dreams smaller, narrower.
Filled them with sugar and
your body humming in the
same room as mine.

I dream, now, of a normal life
with you.
A life where breakfast lasts until
the sun goes down,
until I have finished gazing at
you from across
the table,
flour dried to your forehead
like a kiss.

2. Fall Song by Jo Harjo

It is a dark fall day.
The earth is slightly damp with rain.
I hear a jay.
The cry is blue.
I have found you in the story again.
Is there another word for ‘‘divine’’?
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