a dime. if i had a dime for every time i heard, “is this you?” as i answered the phone i would possibly be a rich girl. i am a rich girl, nevertheless, simply because of the utterance of those words. a dime for every lifeline.
in the craziest time of life, when i was reeling, hearing the voice of my dear friend scordskiii on the phone was a lifesaver. it was a crazy time of life for him as well, profoundly devastating. but we weren’t alone in our individual fires. they raged about us and we each held the other safe, just away from the flames. were i to have gotten that era over with as-fast-as-possible i would have missed it, this symbiotic exchange of breathing-together, of MAKING-it-through not getting-through-it. conversations of laughter, singing, telling stories, pondering, arguing points, more laughter. hours upon hours while he drove in some other part of the country and i sat up all night keeping him company or i drove way-far-away from where he was and he talked me through what i most needed to process at the time. or we just sat still, in our own corner of the world, talking. really really talking. hours of review, of planning, of sorting, of truth, of fear, of ranting. and laughter. i have no idea what i would have done without him. and, despite the pain and the fallout and the ash that (still) remains after the smoldering fire was finally doused, i am grateful to the universe for making me walk through it. for making me be present. for not keeping me from the lessons, for giving me reasons to not try to get it over with. it was an extraordinary time. the lifeline he extended to me is a thread that will never be broken. despite his ensuing here-gone-here-gone-ness, his presence will always be a part of what has woven into what looks like me, what is me.
the fire. who are the people who will stand in the fire with you, will stand still with you, will unconditionally love you, will be your guardian, your buoy, your champion, your lifeline? how many dimes would you have by now?