Lost

IMG_7008A Sunday or so ago we had the most epic of miscommunications. The Biologist left Friday to go hunting. He was staying with a small group on one of the  nearby islands. I thought he would be back Sunday. And then he wasn’t.

What followed was a stressful experience. The Coast Guard, a helicopter and search/rescue team entered the picture. They use fun words like sweep, survival and body. I got some serious mileage out of my phone and practically wore a hole in my socks from all the pacing around.

Everything ended up being fine.

I have experienced my fair share of wild situations – but this was completely different. There is nothing like stirring a batch of a French onion soup while your heart jolts into a dysrhythmia because you realize that the person you love might not eat soup with you ever again. Or the relief when they are found. And then the anger.

Anyway.

I wasn’t sure if I should blog about it, but it happened and there you go. Living in Alaska isn’t all flashy Instagram photos, giant silver fish and sourdough. It can be treacherous and unforgiving. We all learned a good lesson and I don’t have much more to say about it.

It feels like there have been lots of reminders about how fragile everything is. One of my dear friends is very sick. That situation in combination with everything else has made all of the everyday things seem obsolete. I really want to blog about my obsession with my new panini machine, how excited I am for Thanksgiving…or about new music I am listening to and some of the projects I am working on. Right now, those things seem kind of mundane.

We camped at a cabin last weekend and for a time, the weather was clear, cold and the sky was full of stars. It was amazing to be free from the ding of a phone and the glare of a computer screen.  I just stood there and felt small and overwhelmed by the massiveness of it all. It reminded me that everything in this life is really volatile, beautiful, dangerous and so immensely larger than we are. I also recognized how thankful I am. Each interaction, every moment with someone you love and the familiarity of a friend is what makes all this worth it.

Lets enjoy it. Lets enjoy each other. Soak it up. Get right with your people. You never know when they might get lost or sail away.

Cheers

 

4 thoughts on “Lost

  1. Megan, a not dissimilar event 33 years ago brought me to my knees before God. Keith was gone to a livestock show in Lewiston and driving the White Bird grade in late January in snow after a friend of ours was killed on that grade the year before. Nine o’clock came and no Keith. Ten, Eleven. By then, I’d prayed, “Lord, I can’t do this on my own. I can’t raise two baby girls alone. Please help.” and He did and still does. Keith came home and I cried and thanked God for that merciful night. I love to read your heart-felt blogs. We stopped into JV to see your folks about a month ago but they were out of town. I missed a call from them yesterday so will call them this weekend. Alls well in Idaho! Merry Merry Christmas to you n the biologist!

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