loose ends
December 2, 2014 § 10 Comments
Moments, fragments of threads undone that drift across the present, tethering us to pieces of our past with uncertain commitment to unfinished experiences. Some days these ends invite new beginnings as we gather from where we once left off, a chapter marked with a promise to return, like a photograph nestled between pages of an old story. Other times they appear in our day like letters long answered but misplaced in the mail, inviting closure. Sometimes these threads are little more than a memory that connects us to an undernourished sense of self.
For me, the holidays are often a resting place of loose ends; days past nestled in familiar songs and comforting traditions. There is a reassurance to remembering and I savor the What Ifs and Remember Whens like advent chocolates and christmas cards. It is a season of loose ends, threaded into sentiment for a season of magic.
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All of us live in context-bound to roots and traditions and memories. Especially at this time of year. You put it almost poetically as usual 🙂
Thank you, Andy. I love the reference to roots as my mind lingers over physical markers of the season.There’s something magical about creating new prints against a clean snow, the memory of old paths slumbering in our wake; each snowfall is immediately familiar and every carol a chorus across the years.
A very nice way of putting it. From who lives a life of loose ends I can relate 🙂
So true. These threads that we carry, friends and strangers, account for the otherwise inexplicable recognition we find in one another’s experiences. In this way our threads invite others to grasp a fleeting connectivity, such as your ever thoughtful responses to my musings.
Thank you, Maurice.
Very nicely put, it will have me pondering for the rest of the day…thanks!
Thank you, Baz. I cherish those thoughts that tug at my attention and beg reflection; I am touched that you will ponder this thread.
Love it! – bgw
Please permit me a moment, here, to ask how I should address you. Bradford Graham West feels too formal, but bgw feels impersonal to my hand. I cannot fathom how I might abbreviate your name to lend the familiarity our comments have inferred; tell me your preference at your leisure.
More importantly, thank you for the string of kindnesses.
Lol! I know..the poet with many names.. My real name is James Bradford Vance. I go by Brad or Bradford…you can call me that or what ever.. I answer to them all.. 🙂 find me on Facebook too under those names.
I love the name Bradford, it has the substance and humble formality of a poet, but Brad has the playful constitution of one who is a child at heart. I may use both!