Within the next 24 hours, I am writing Mama Lykes a letter, a letter of gratitude and love, mapping out plans, making an inventory of every grace earned in the past few weeks, from the mountain, from the city by the sea, from strangers, from their unexpected kindness, passed through me like a dream. I can only hope I have been kind too in return, and whatever I’ve given have been useful. Letters can be useful. I love writing letters to friends. But what I love best is being next to the beloved. I guess at least I get beheld through my letters. That’s a grace enough. And so within the next 24 hours, I am working some love.
I’d like a love song to go with that.