a letter from Lucky to a friend during the coronavirus outbreak

I spend so much of my time trying to make something from nothing. Despite your generous counsel.

Then along comes this something and I’m not sure what to make of it.

I guess I’m still guilty of trying to make everything about her. I still see her everywhere. I know I shouldn’t but I do.

In a feather. A leaf. A plastic bag.

Caught by a breeze and sent upwards to float around and twirl and dance and catch the light in just the right way. (Please take a moment to visualize just how beautiful that can be. Humor me like you always do)

So whenever I start to feel like I’m nothing I remember that I’m nothing the same way that breeze is nothing.

The nothing that makes that feather, leaf or plastic bag something. Something wonderful. Without us they just sit there.

I make her twirl and dance and catch the light just the right way. Without me she is nothing as well. And nothing can be as amazing as something.

Nothing has tremendous potential.

It was an important lesson for me to internalize. Especially now.

I guess what I’m asking is if you could check in on her. Make sure she is ok. That she is not alone. I’d just like to know that the plastic bag is doing ok without a breeze.

It’s time I start to try and make something into something else.

Stay safe and I hope that none of this new something touches you or your family. I might see you again soon.

Lucky