“A name can’t begin to encompass the sum of all her parts. But that’s the magic of names, isn’t it? That the complex, contradictory individuals we are can be called up complete and whole in another mind through the simple sorcery of a name.”
― Charles de Lint, Dreams Underfoot
This is such a tricky time of the year.
So many emotions come bubbling up to the surface when we are least expecting them and least prepared.
What I once called the season of magic is now a little more haunting.
Memories steal into my mind when my guard is down–before I’ve had the chance to reinforced all my weakest check-points.
I know I am not alone.
I’m thinking one of the most beautiful gifts we could give each other right now is the gift of time. The gift of an evening filled with conversations about those we are missing this holiday season–whether this is the first or the sixtieth. A time filled with names that are rarely–if ever–heard these days. An evening where names and stories are shared without the guilt often associated with those things judged to be well past the appropriate time frame of grieving.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver
“Names are a way to keep people in your mind”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception