Monday, October 17, 2011

Splinters

Splintering into stars, into dust.

The world, people, music, recipes, love, God, to be fully experienced takes all of us. I mean ALL of us.

We are splinters of the same story--so we need all cultures, all faiths, all stories.

What does splinter mean?

I had a massive splinter in my butt one time. Adam pulled it out. It took him entirely too long.

Our baby is a splinter of me and Adam, and our parents, grandparents, and on and on, never diminishing but increasing in complexity and wonder with each new splinter.

A recipe book is splinters of food, people, memories, liked stained glass, mosaics, like sun through a prism, we are all splintered and it's OK. That's why we need each other, why we can never know fully, love completely, if we insist on being alone.

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