Many times during the day, I remind myself that my friends are there. They are present in the periphery of my vision and awareness, a constant part of my heart, on the margins of my attention. I am alone, but not truly isolated.
From time to time, we call out to one another, “Here I am,” and reassure one another of our continuing presence. For me, it is comforting, supportive to be allowed to be a friend. I am grateful that my companions also carry me in their heart and allow me to be present in their lives, a meaningful part of their days as they are in mine.
We need not be physically present to one another, pleasant as that is. But they are a felt presence in my world. Just as I want to be a welcome presence in theirs.