A bit more information today about the accident and my friend: He is conscious, can speak and move. His injuries are serious, but not what we might have imagined. Sounds like some sort of miracle.
Again, I notice the movement. The story changes. My emotions shift, ebb, flow.
The very nature of « accident » is uncertainty, precariousness, the unknown, the incomprehensible. My reaction to that is also that: uncertain, precarious, unknown, incomprehensible.
Amidst this experience these past 24 hours, I feel a profound peace. Uncertainty (incredibly) is deeply restful.