Thursday, January 12, 2012

I love you is a song


If those of us who remain in touch through this medium have learned anything about the friendships that we’ve forged, it’s that they’ve come about through an ongoing exchange of gifts. Whether what we share is of our own making or is the work of someone else, we share it because we find it meaningful and moving in ways we hope will reveal what we’ve learned, how we feel, and who we are. And the very fact that some of us do remain in touch shows that we succeed.

The cumulative nature of our exchange is powerful indeed. It coincides with our need to tell, and to be told, stories the endings of which we understand might never be known, or reached, or resolved. I love you is a song that never grows old. Do you love me is a timeless hope that stirs the soul.

As with our relationships that are conducted face to face, or which began that way, or are steadily moving in that direction, there is no better way to proceed. The distance we travel, and the depths that are revealed, grow in direct proportion to how freely our offerings are made. Our eagerness and generosity give them value.

The other day, when my wife was out walking with our four-year-old grandson, he stopped abruptly when he noticed a withered plant nestled alongside the curb. Plucking from it several dried seed pods, he told her, “These are for Grandpa.” They were given me later, damp from his hand, and all the winters of the world cannot be cold enough or long enough to keep his gift from taking root between us.


10 comments:

Peter Greene said...

Lovely! William, simply lovely. You are a giver of many gifts. Thank you.

William Michaelian said...

I thank you, Peter. That’s kind of you to say.

rahina q.h. said...

it is easy to maintain a connection with most people as long as they leave the door slightly ajar. your grandson provided the perfect environment for growth: moisture and warmth; then when he opened his little fingers, light; and finally and most importantly.... love.

temporal rooms said...

You William, so freely pass on your gifts
we conjure in images of your grandson and the smile on your face, With every gift you give us puts a smile on ours.
Thank you.
Thank you.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

And you sing it so

Lovingly.

William Michaelian said...

Rahina, Robert, and Vassilis, thank you. Further proof of our success: I had each of you in mind during this entry’s composition.

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Yes, very true.

Kind regards,
Mike

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Mike. To you, too.

Two Tigers said...

What beautiful words to read after being too long absent from your blog, William. I love this message of what can grow between people if only given the time and room. From small seeds can grow bridges that span countries, continents, even centuries. And yet sometimes there is no spanning the distance between two people standing right next to each other. Many thanks for an example of the good - in word and deed.

William Michaelian said...

Gabriella, thank you. Without a doubt, you are a beautiful illustration and living proof of the message set forth here. I know, because I’ve experienced your grace first-hand.