I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you’ve found It.

Do not be offended, Sister Nettie, but our people pity women such as you who are cast out, we know not from where, into a world unknown to you, where you must struggle all alone, for yourself.

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it.

Anyway, when I don’t write to you I feel as bad as I do when I don’t pray, locked up in myself and choking on my own heart.

My head droop so it near bout in my glass.

Anyhow, I say, the God I been praying and writing to is a man. And act just like all the other mens I know. Trifling, forgitful and lowdown.

mbeles

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.