Non Si Muove Foglia
And it came to pass that yours truly was put pretty much abruptly in contact with his own mortality. Nothing tragic, thankfully, but nasty enough.
It really puts some things in the proper perspective. For once, it reminded me what a wonderful, but delicate apparatus the human body is. When it works properly it seems barely worth of notice, when something goes wrong one notices how easy it is for something to go wrong and, actually, how much there is that can go wrong.
With this comes a second consideration: I breath, walk, eat, rest, think by the grace of God. It is He who sustains my body and my health every moment. Health is not due to me, nor is it automatic. Non si muove foglia che Dio non voglia: not one leave moves, but God wills it.
The third, and last, reflection looks a bit further down the line, albeit how far I actually don’t know. The day of the Lord cometh like a thief in the night: and when it cometh, will it find me prepared?
We truly are dust. We just tend to forget it when everything works properly and health is a given.
Seen in this way, it is not so bad that one should receive, on occasion, a fitting reminder of his own mortality.