Skip to main content

Inextricably


History.

We start out making relationships.  From the second we enter the world, that seems to be our goal - to make connections, to be linked with others.  Our personal history, as well as the our history on this earth, is a story of links.  One person linking with another, and another, and another.  Which brings me to a conclusion that I have been pondering for months now.

Does one every really 'leave' anywhere or anybody?  Oh sure, you may leave physically, and perhaps those left behind want you to leave, but it's the history that will continue to speak.  I have a habit of calling them ghosts, but the fact remains that our memories of time shared are strong, lasting and can be so vivid that it startles you by washing over your senses once again.  Somehow, suddenly, all your senses are reset back to that very moment in time, and for a split second you are there, with those...ghosts...once again.

My conclusion?  We are all inextricably linked;  forever a part of the personal histories of others.  My first husband and I will always be linked.  No, I haven't seen him in two decades, but he still lives on in my memory as if it were yesterday.  And my first job as a 'box boy' at my local grocery store - all those people are part of me somehow.  I will be forever linked with those that worked with me, and if I were to enter that grocery store today, some of those same people (who are still there, by the way!) would be a part of who I am; as if they in some way shaped my experience and existence.  And how 'bout that former congregation of mine?  Much to the chagrin of some, they can in no way expunge my part in the shaping of it's history.  I will forever be remembered as part of their story, and they are a huge part of mine.

It is an interesting phenomenon my friend and I were discussing just yesterday, in fact.  The time you invest with others, even though now parted, will always remain.  History cannot be rewritten, and in everyone's mind (whether they admit it or not) there are shared memories, laughter, tears...experience.  Life. History.

This thought is brought into sharp focus for me now, especially as I embark on documenting my family history.  Smiling faces looking with now empty eyes grace the 'leaves' on a family tree.  A name, an old photo, a couple of dates, sketchy bits of information - all these are linked, somehow, with me.  They didn't know it, but I do as I dig further and further into history.  Our shared history.  Their history is now my history, and my history will someday be someone's that I don't even know...couldn't know since they haven't been born yet.

Something else worth considering is how our memories are preserved in our minds.  I don't know about you, but in my mind the not-so-pleasant memories are somehow relegated to the shadows, the corners that are dusty and forgotten.  Maybe I'm a bit of a Pollyanna, but what comes to memory most is the good times - the times I remember fondly.  It would seem that I have this knack for forgetting the hurtful things so much that I leave myself open to getting hurt in the same way all over again.  Interesting how the mind and the memory work.  In the land of my memories, the ghosts are accepting and trustworthy.  Moreover, they still care about me, which may or may not be an accurate picture of reality.  Perhaps my 'happy little bubble' of memories is a way of coping with the scars of the past, my avoidance of continued pain.

If you are like me, those souls that have been a part of your life in any way that has been significant will always be a part of you, and you will always be a part of them.  And even today, as I attempt to re-establish a broken connection from years ago, I live with so many ghosts just the same as when we spent time together enjoying each other's company.  Further, don't even entertain the idea that if I heard through the grapevine that one of those souls was in need or crisis that I wouldn't leap the span of years and absence to be present and available.  Take it for what it's worth, but those connections never truly die.
Not for me, anyway.

We are all inextricably linked.  Somehow, I think it's supposed to be that way.

Comments

Ari C'rona said…
Yes, my friend - I've found that to be true, too, as I make my way through life. Each of us is placed where we are, with just those people at just the right time... wow, that staggers my mind.
GreyCrazy said…
And I thank the powers of our universe that I'm linked to you in some small way. We may not ever meet again in person, but you are a part of my memories forever.
Lamar said…
Well said, my friend...
Mama Cache said…
If this is true, and I wholeheartedly believe it is, then I don't want the thought ever to be far from my mind. I'd like to be a friendly ghost if I ever have to be a ghost.

I love you -- thanks for the history.

Popular posts from this blog

Our History with Saber Forge

UPDATE, April 19, 2012: we purchased new sabers from Ultra Saber LLC. To see a review, go HERE.
* * *
Saber Forge's Ambassador saber hilt
This post is to document and record the history of our experience with a company called Saber Forge. I would like this information to serve as information and perhaps a warning to all that are interested in purchasing a machined lightsaber, and/or are considering Saber Forge.

Saber Forge makes and sells lightsabers to be used as props with Star Wars costumes. When we started looking to purchase lightsabers that had the ability to light, Lisa posted for information on the Rebel Legion website. She was contacted by Mr. Phil Isherwood, owner of SaberForge.

Saber Forge

It is most unfortunate that we have had problems with the sabers. I love the hilt, to be honest, and felt that we got what we paid for; however, the lingering problems and now the complete lack of customer service is most troubling.

[We were so excited about purchasing these blades…

Just Throwin' It Around

I have a friend who just got engaged to be married. As he was detailing the way he proposed to his beloved, something he said caught my attention. In the course of his adult life, dating and living, he had promised himself that he would only use the actual word love towards the one who he was going to marry. He further explained that it was his thought that people 'throw the word love around carelessly' and that it had a special meaning, one meaning. For him, it was only to be used in speaking to his soon-to-be wife.

I can see his point, especially when thinking about dating. I know it happens, all too often, that relationships proceed a little too quickly and emotions peak prompting hasty pronouncements of love and devotion only to be rescinded down the line, after the passion has worn off. Careful and introspective we must be when experiencing and building a new relationship that we don't bite off more than we can chew, so to speak. I agree with my engaged friend - w…

Confession

I am a maker and collecter of Artist Trading Cards. In my world, we call them "Letterboxer Trading Cards", because they are made by letterboxers and they must have a hand-carved stamp featured on the card. I have made hundreds, even thousands of these cards, and enjoy the hobby immensely (samples shown are a few of my cards). I also collect them from other artists and letterboxers, and have a collection numbering (also) in the thousands.



So, here's the confession: I HATE LOGGING THEM! Yes, that's right, I said 'hate'. I know, that's pretty strong, but it is the only way I can adequately describe the feeling of dread that comes over me the second after I enjoy receiving them in the mail. If I were a disciplined person, I would immediately make my way to the computer, sign into to my favorite letterboxing site and let these wonderful friends know how much I love their efforts, thus easing their minds that their hard work arrived safe and sound in my care. Bu…