pieces
March 26, 2011 § 1 Comment
I peek around life’s corners, anticipating the future while reaching behind me holding on to pieces of the past. I do this mostly with people, bringing old friends into my present like a child holding a flashlight to better see down a dark hallway. Often what I am holding on to is a piece of myself, the connection to another allowing me to appreciate a moment of strength and to weave scattered moments into my consciousness.
In one such moment I reached out to an old friend, a fleeting connection amid a myriad of college friendships, gathering to me a spirited younger self. Amongst the sentimental reminiscing and sharing my friend gifted an accidental moment of grace. It was a serendipitous sentiment that has resonated with me.
We are all broken.
Such a tiny thought, so filled with love and acceptance. Between the broken pieces of a life lies permission to be imperfect and to share a simple truth with loved one’s and strangers alike. Hidden heartaches and private struggles, unifying us with kindness and empathy.
I reached out to a friend drawing to me a moment of strength and found something beautiful among imperfect pieces.
scribblechic 
Lovely. Love this idea that the broken pieces are where the light comes through.