One of the students with whom I've worked died this week. He was the second student in less than a week who has been killed in a car accident. It doesn't really matter what lead to the accidents - the fact is, we just don't know when our time is up. My heart breaks for the families and friends of those students. Sometimes, I don't know how any of us can bear the pain of this world. But we do, for the most part. We keep going. Because we are resilient and because we have hope. And maybe because we are just a bit stubborn and curious.
Humans are funny. Some of us think we are better (or worse) than anyone else. Some of us worry so much about what we think other people may think, that we completely miss out on the joy of just being who we are. We worry about being too old, too young, too fat, too thin, too rich, too poor, too, too, too, too. . . . But really, we aren't too much of anything. Really, we just are.
So tonight I will enjoy the most beautiful moon, the cool breeze, and know that my body is healing itself. I'll read a book - or maybe not - maybe I'll just listen to the sounds of the woods. I'll listen and enjoy just being.