On Friendship

2013 April 17
by hungarylouis

Those who know me know I take my friendships very seriously. I have always longed to be a more lighthearted, happy-go-lucky, socially adept person but my reality is, that just isn’t me. I don’t have a plethora of friendships that I weave in and out of and I’m not someone who circulates a room well at a party. I would like to say that I am a steadfast friend, a good listener, someone who constantly attempts to be as supportive as possible, and someone who will go to the mat for my friends time and time again. I have a handful of these ‘friends’ each from different stages and parts of my life. I get so very much from them and from our relationships. I am bound to them by their magnetic qualities, love, trust and unconditional faith in the core of what makes ‘us’ … us.

Spring is birthday season for some of these friends. Every year I spend a lot of time and energy trying to come up with meaningful gifts that say to each of them, ‘I love you’, ‘I understand you’, ‘I listen to you’, and ‘I like who you are- more than you will every know’.

These gifts often come in the form of books. Something I read that reminds me of a friend, or our relationship. This past  month I felt like making some gifts, and felt inspired to go back to the friendship bracelets I used to make at camp when I was a wee one. There is something in the knot tying that gives you time to think about the person you are making it for. Over the couple hours it takes to make one of these bracelets, I can marinade in memories from our past, and think about hopes for our future.

A couple of these I made as wider cuffs, while others narrower bracelets. I chose colors and fibers that reminded me of the person I was making them for, and I tried to wrap them with love.

And when each of these gals slapped their bracelets on, it was as if they were supposed to be there. Just right, worn in, a piece of me on a piece of them.

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

-Pablo Neruda

2 Responses leave one →
  1. Sherri permalink
    April 17, 2013

    So lovely Hailey!

  2. Apryl permalink
    April 17, 2013

    Beautiful! I love this post and all you express in it, and am so delighted to be a blessed recipient of one of your gorgeous bracelets and your wonderful friendship.

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