Connectivity
I believe most of the world today is lacking connectivity. The virus has closed down so many aspects of staying connected with family and with friends. The history in those connections and the conversations that come from that history is a vital part of that satisfying, contended feeling.
Starting from scratch in a conversation is unsettling.
Nothing strikes closer to home than a call I made to Aunt Janet on Sunday evening. We picked up right where we left off. Sharing what had transpired since our last conversation came easy. Nothing needed to be explained from the beginning. Aunt Janet is almost 90 and is a jewel in my world. She is the last of Dad’s siblings. We have a lot of history and we like to share that and mix it up with the day-to-day events. It is not one or the other. It is a whole.
The stitchers is another example of connectivity. A group of us met once a month in Mankato and dang near closed Baker’s Square sometimes. What had brought us together was curiosity on puzzles that came about with and through machine embroidery challenges. Some had more experience than others. We all came away feeling content and satisfied until the next month. And . . . next month, we picked up right where we had left off. We all learned something from each other. It never failed. Well, that good feeling sure came to a fast halt! We have not seen each other since February.
I have three siblings. I terribly miss them. Two are deceased and the third doesn’t want connectivity. There is no want of sharing history and linking it to the present day. It is like totally starting a new relationship with a stranger. That is not for me. It is painful but it is what it is and his happiness is worth enough for me to accept him on any level.
Friends become family, blood family becomes more precious each day. How precious to have a history with friends that make them feel like they have been in and contributed to my life for more time than I could count. Abundance to the max.
Now with my Carrie and Kevin . . . that history could fill volumes and we have many sequels yet to be written. It is what I count on and it keeps me moving each and every day. Those dang kids they sure can keep me guessing as to what is coming down the pike. I . . . love it!
Soon we may be able to pick ourselves up and visit whom we want to and where we want to meet. Keep the positive and let the naysayers to their own.