silent for a while

[sigerson]

I've been very quiet lately...some of it is not wanting to post unless I have a real essay to show off, and some of it is just inertia. Yesterday, however, my friend bezique posted a quick note saying that he's glad to be alive--specifically, because a dump truck barrelled into the car that he and Shoshe and her parents were occupying.

They're all okay; broken sternums and horrific scares and all, they're all okay.

For me, it was a terrible reminder of how fragile life can be; how great the odds are against us, and how lucky I am that so many of my friends are alive and healthy. As saccharine as it can feel to be thinking in these sort of Hallmark terms, they're valid and real, and if they're not worth posting to LJ, nothing is.

So for you who have brought me to your homes, who have reached to me when I was empty, who have made me laugh, who have challenged me to think, who have inspired me, who have shared tea and contemplation or coffee and giggles, who have seen me yesterday or not for years:

Be well, and be healthy, and know that I'm grateful for you. And stay away from dump trucks.

Comments

[shellaby.livejournal.com]

*cyber-hug*

[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

We're grateful for you, too. Really.

*HUG*

[fairoriana.livejournal.com]

The feeling is mutual. I'm often struck by just how fragile life is. It's not a thought you can dwell on too much, or you become paralyzed.