OLD FRIENDS

I have reconnected with an old friend, one I figured would never be a part of my life again. I have become resigned to this life of aloneness -- usually loneliness.

I knew this friend had worked in something related to theater, but I was never sure how or where. I had always hoped that others would see what I always saw, that behind the class jokester was a brilliant, intuitive mind and a genuine creative gift.

It turns out that he has indeed accomplished much in his life. He has played wonderful classic roles on the professional stage. And in this time in his life, he has found love and new life with a family he adores.

But what I never knew what was what he saw in me. He told so many jokes that I never realized how much he enjoyed our friendship. And when I sent him my writing, he saw so much in it.

This friend has never known me as anything but a healthy, creative, energetic person. Now that he knows I am ill, he still interprets even this through the eyes of someone who still perceives the whole person that I am. He reminds me of who I still am.

This is a serendipitous gift.

WHERE DO I START?

It has been a long time since I've been blogging. I seem to recall that it was something between sledding and toboganning == slogging -- tobledding -- oh yes, blogging. Sliding through life, semi-out-of-control, hoping to feel the wind and not the trees, climbing back up the hill, only to try again. What do I see? What do I know? What have I gained? What do I know?