I spoke to my mother on the phone yesterday. It’s a fairly regular thing we do, especially as we’re not able to visit each other at the moment. We try to speak at least once a week, catching up on what little news there is to share, and talking of this and that.
This week we spoke about how it’s been almost a year since all the family were together. It was at my birthday celebrations, the week before the first UK lockdown started. We’ve been lucky, though, we agreed, having been able to see family on the few occasions it was allowed, though visits have been few and far between in the past year.
It got me thinking about the threads that bind us together. The threads of blood and family and love and friendship, of the little things we do, the cups of tea and meals shared, the gifts and days out, the people who leave us, and the new ones who arrive. Our lives are tapestries woven of moments – we each thread our own path, linking with others to create a pattern unique to us alone.
Yet this past year for so many of us the threads have been loosened, the pattern drifting. Some threads have broken altogether; lives lost, relationships ending, career paths coming to an abrupt stop. And the smaller weavings; the chance meetings in the street, the nights out with friends, the ‘I’ll just pop round’ visits, the hobbies and workouts and classes taken with others – all of them absent in the pattern of this past year. I worry for those who may be drifting, unanchored, the things that bound them to this world taken away.
And yet we have also adapted, as humans do. New patterns have arisen, new ways of doing things as we go forward. A morning show segment the other day had a reporter asking people in the street if they think things will go back to ‘normal’ once all this is over. And only one person thought they would. The rest all said that they thought it would be different, which is understandable, considering this past year has been an unprecedented global event. But what was interesting was how they thought it would be different. All of them cited positive changes as a result of lockdown, things they hoped to see continued once it was over. An increased focus on fitness, and on going outside. An appreciation of the joy of being able to meet up with friends and family. An increased sense of community, of people helping others, and getting to know their neighbours. A better work/life balance.
So, even though the patterns may have changed, it seems as though the threads are still there, waiting for us to take them up once more. I hope that, as things begin to ease, we are able to pull them tight again, and catch those who may need more help getting back onto the loom.
May the weavings of this year be bright.
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Lovely post and analogy Helen. I hope we are weaving new, better threads and patterns. I’m cynical with a dash of hope.
Thanks so much 🙂 I’m a bit the same, to be honest, though I am leaning more towards hope. It was quite heartening to hear people saying that they hope the world is improved as a result of this. Small things can lead to bigger changes 🙂
I haven’t heard or seen much of the good. But I’m willing to be surprised. 🙂
I hope you are 🙂
Well put, Helen. Things will change but the basics will stay the same.
Thanks, Darlene 🙂
I tend to agree that the pandemic will have the positive and lasting effects of an increased appreciation for the “little” things in life. I sure hope so anyway.
I hope so too 🙂
Kind of an uplifting post today, and we can all use one. Things are changing, and I hope some of it is for the better.
Thanks, Craig – I’m glad you liked it 🙂 And yes, things are starting to move, albeit slowly. Looking forward to more freedom in the future. Hope you’re well x
So mote it Be. 🙂
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