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Recently, a few friends and I were sharing concern for another – one who seems to struggle from time to time, and who, as a rule, is surrounded by drama. In developing a plan to help, we lamented over possible causes. For surely, any work on a fix without understanding seemed futile.
At one point, my sister brought to attention something we had not considered.
He has a great job, and a great wife. I’m sure he has many friends, but I wonder how strong the nets.
The result was a discussion about ‘no matter what’ relationships; those that endure regardless of time, circumstance, or the number of times someone says (or doesn’t say) “I love you”. I reflected that I have numerous friends, and we each depend on the assurance of our friendship – one that ‘you couldn’t mess up if you wanted to’. My sister calls those the ‘end of the day’ anchors – the knowledge that regardless of what the day brings, at the end of the day, we have each other. I’m one of her anchors, and she one of mine.
Later, when I thought about this, I realized the worth of that talk in helping our friend.
At the same time, I realized I’ve never been without such anchors; so that it is somewhat difficult for me to imagine an existence without them. And yet, my students struggle with something as simple as providing references, because they’ve burned all those bridges, and in some cases, severed the cords that tied them to love and a ‘no matter what’ place.
For those without such assurance, I can only imagine the feeling of loss. But then again, how do you miss something you never had?
I’ve long suspected drama as a means for pulling people to you (even if unintentional). Maybe, at our core, we do realize something is missing; we just don’t have a name for it.
I think I was like most kids growing up, in that I saw every family the same as mine. It was not until much later that I found that not to be the case. I recall a friend whose parents were divorced, and I envied her freedoms. Not until recently did I learn how she envied me for having parents who worried when I was late, someone whose permission I needed ask. My friend – she’s another ‘no matter what – end of day’ part of all I know of truth. Attachment? You bet. ❤
Even now, if leaving my parents for home, I call to report when I’ve arrived safely. The anchor they provided me is the same one I offer them now. Not a day starts for me without a text from my brother and my sisters….a reminder of what I know already – that I am loved – no matter what.
Take away my clothing, my earrings, my favorite homemade apple butter. Take it all, and still I am rich, for that which simply is, that which waits while I sleep.
Without these scarlet cords, what would I be? A ship in the darkness, a kite without a tender hand to guide.
a stillness warmed
by all I know to be –
words are not yet formed
for love I feel
these precious seas
tis more to breath
than blood –
more to fate than scars
a lantern held aloft
beside the stars
. . .
Wendell A. Brown said:
Wonderful message and posting and poem…I always consider myself bless as the family grows the more we share with other…but you can be sure i consider myself very blessed you are always a friend of mine…spiritual hugs, love and blessings to you Bobbie!
As I am blessed by you. You are indeed a part of my family, a part of my heart, dear Wendell.
very true! blessed and lucky are those who have such anchors
Indeed……they are eternal reminders of all we dreamed. Thank you, my beautiful Soumyav. ❤
From your students one may obviously recognise of how fast values and treasures can change within the same society …
That is so true, Salva. Every story is different, and the things that are held dear change with the passing of day to night. Thank you. ❤
Jane Thorne said:
❤ flowing around our anchors…may it ever be thus. ❤ for you Bobbie. xXx