Monday, April 21, 2008

Vagaries


Connections are playing up in the fog.

Our friend J. goes for first chemotherapy tomorrow.

We drank wine and talked about fear and faith and failure.

We feel alive as we never thought to when we were young and full of life.

I am happy and it hurts.

15 comments:

Isabelle said...

Yes, when you're young you think that older people are a different species. Or at least I did.

Glad you're happy, even if hurting.

jzr said...

It is good that you can talk of these things. It is important. That you are happy and hurt at the same time is something very familiar to me. What else could express life better??

Dick said...

A fine picture and feelings that are, indeed, largely the province of latter years.

Reluctant Blogger said...

Yes, so true. I feel the same.

When I was younger I thought that I could/would do everything one day - and I dunno, a few years ago it dawned me that of course I never would and actually it doesn't matter. It's better to live your own life properly/fully and savour the moment than hanker after places I have not seen, and things I will never do.

Jean said...

Yes. Beautifully put, and the photo is wonderfully illustrative. xx

Zhoen said...

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Rosie said...

to be simply alive becomes more and more precious

Lucy said...

Thanks all.

You take it for granted when you're young, of course. The hurting comes from clinging, the voice that says, yes, you're happy now, but it could, and probably will, all be taken away at the drop of a hat, so that spoils and eats away at the happiness...

The fog has lifted and the computer connections seem to be in working order again.

Mike said...

All my best to your friend J. These things are not easy.

Bee said...

Just like many things in life, I don't want to know how you managed that photograph . . . I just want to admire it.

Good luck to your friend. A dear friend of mine went through it recently, and she said that the silver lining is that it really helps you feel the preciousness of your life.

Zephyr said...

i wish your friend good luck...what a difficult journey.

And thanks for your cheers today!

Stew said...

A colleague at work had his second heart attack last week. A chap Fiona worked with in England emailed to say he was taken to hospital at 2:00 am with a massive nosebleed nad has chronic blood pressure issues.
I am 46 this year and my body aches.
We are approaching the age when our friends and contemporaries start to fail and fall.

apprentice said...

Yes good luck to your friend. The first one is tough. Well they are all tough for different reasons, but the first one is such a leap of faith.

Enjoy the happiness, the fact that it is fleeting justs adds to the picancy. Age, even aging too soon teaches us that.

The sand martins are back here. I felt quite teary, as I last saw them on a wire in Tuscany last September, taking a breather before Africa.

Jules said...

How very haunting. I think that, once we hit 40, we start ot realize how short and precious life is.

leslee said...

Yes, it gets more complicated as you get older, lovelier, richer, sadder, deeper. You see more of the many layers of life at once - like your layered photograph suggests.