Living in a body unable to travel far means I no longer wander into the adventures of the outer world.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still have adventures but they’re different. They involve burnt red coloured foxes and large grey winged herons, staccato screeches of pheasants and the copycat imitations of starlings.
My adventures also include short snapshots of the world. A short visit or a short visitor. A pop by of a neighbour or a passing friend but for the most part, I live away from the workings of the outer skins of the world. I just am.
It’s nice though not to be forgotten by that world and yesterday that world reached out to me, inviting me to a wedding, the requester aware I would not make it but nonetheless wanted to include me. As was said, I’m a friend.
Inclusion is a must in our globular world, a needed reference point upon our ever moving stage, as needed as our North and our South. Each of us dots among a giant compass of a world, dots joining one another together. Some lines apparent, others more blurred.
I sit within my blurred line today, thankful to be able to just be. Included.