I read somewhere.... "I am pieces of all the places I have been, and the people I have loved." (Brooke Hampton) And then another quote. “I use bits and pieces of others personalities to form my own.” ( Kurt Cobain)
Yes that explains my life.
After having breakfast with my wonderful husband, I am racing across town to teach a course in life writing.
I have absolutely the greatest class of about ten, who discuss it all.
And there are pieces of our conversation that I remember. One is that they are connected to each other and love each other. The other is that they have never ever written as much in any other writer's course as they have in mine. Then they tell me that even though they have reached our course goal of writing a manuscript of 55,000 words, they say it is a mess.
I remind them I have never promised it would be pretty. I just promised them a pile of words - pieces of their lives. They don't know it but even a pile of disjointed stories can be pretty. But, they can only see their pile of fragmented pieces. It is their first draft.
Then I'm off to the middle of town to assume the role of therapist. I work behind closed doors with a huge gorgeous saltwater aquarium in the corner complete with Marlin and Nemo - and even Dory, the regal bluet tang fish.
My guests come into my room, sit in an easy chair, and invite me to enter into their fragmented lives and start sorting through the pieces.
“You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.” (Carrie Jones)
Some pieces fit together nicely - those are so satisfying. Some are more difficult to place.
Even though it is always a struggle, apparently, it's easier for them if I sit with them as they piece themselves together. When a piece is found, we glue....and become stronger.
It's around ten o'clock at night - after the reports are written - I race home to watch the end of a Jet's game. It is very late.
Then finally relaxing on our soft sectional, I realize that I still need to sort through the pieces of my day. And my husband has collected some of his own pieces and he needs to sort through them as well. And the hockey players are scattering their pieces all over the ice. And the announcers are trying to make sense of it all.
I realize it isn't over. It still is all about pieces - beautiful bits of life that will someday might be a complete picture or a story. I don't know.
It is still in pieces.
“What I would be quite wise to remember is that ‘pieces’ are not the end of what was, but the beginning of what is to be.” Craig D. Lounsbrough