over the past month, i went through all my worldly possessions down in the lynchburg studio and packed it all up in anticipation of last nights nyc arrival (!!!). while going through everything, i found a book of letters that my lovely mother had put together before i left for el salvador three years ago.
the letter by my friend joy was so beautiful and profound, i thought i would retype it for you here:
"dearest becca,
your journey makes me think of flight, especially that of creatures who metamorphose and migrate. though birds seem to live in the sky, untouchable and safe in their disconnection, they are grounded in the cycles of the earth, continually leaving and finding home again. and
though beautiful in their independence and individualism, they are supported by a flock of friends and family.
in this period of our lives, we are like birds with an entire sky to navigate. baggage-less, light and optimistic, we have the freedom to comb the skies for adventure, alighting on fortuitous destinations, finding new niches, and creating new nests.
i feel so fortunate to know you, and although i miss you with all my heart, it makes me happy and proud to know that you are somewhere in the world, spreading your wonderful spirit. wherever you are, our friendship is a home to which you can always return, and find comfort and love.
i <3 <3 u, becca!"
i love you joy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my heart is melting... thank you to all my beautiful friends and coworkers and family for your well wishes. i'm so happy to be here.
yes.
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