Return To Eden

Dear Juliet

I hope you enjoyed rereading Roses. The rangers at Point Lobos had some sort of library called a docent where volunteers train and study, I think. I sent them a copy of Drusilla's Roses two years ago. It might still be there.

John Steinbeck said he left a lot of tracks. I guess I did too.

I remember going back, walking on down past the monastery and its beach

There wouldn't have been anything without you.

All those days and miles, you and Dru walked with me too. Out of sight, out of view. Ghosts of time past and ventures new.

I had the old straw hat I got in L.A. I walked down to the Point, and I thought of you. Nodded to the rangers and went through.

Winding path, pine and cypress, coming to quite a salty windy view. Down to the beach, same as it had been thirteen, fourteen years ago. Chapel's grace, surf 'neath heaven, this is true.

Without you, what would I do?

Sit and stare at sea and shore, ponder scripture as nuns do.

Remember, though, Dru loves you, too.

And when sun goes down, Gregorian chant accompanies you.

Love,

James