In five minutes time, I could tell you a story. You’d hear the experience of my mother, tucked inside a generous and clever wink from my dad. There would be the dazzle and charm of my younger, older brother. While the whole time, part of me would stand aside watching you react, watching just as I used to see my older, older brother do. A few of my closest friends would probably have cameo roles. They might even contribute a line here and there.
The whole time it would appear that you were seeing me.
You would be. That’s the way I tell stories.
I wonder if other folks are a patchwork of people too.
—me strauss Letting me be
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I wonder if other folks are a patchwork of people too
I know I am, and love every little piece of that quilt :0)
hope you are having a good evening my friend (hugs)
Yes Liz. There is no this and that. There only is, Love. I like your name, Patchwork. I liked to think my yorkies are apart of the patchwork too. I think they would like to be included. Do you mind if I bring them along? :-)
Hello mergrl,
What a great day it always is when you stop by to say hello. It's good to know I'm not the only one who carries so many folks around with me.
Hope you're having a good day too.
Liz
Yes, Tree,
It is all about love. Isn't it? The people (and the Yorkies) that we carry around with us? They all make us more dimensional and more of who we are somehow.
Liz
There's no such thing as "me" apart from the patchwork of people we carry around with us. So when someone thinks they're looking at me, it's really "us" they're seeing. Even when I think I'm looking at me, or thinking about me, or spending time alone with me, all those other people creep in or show up, sometimes unexpectedly. Other times, it's like a grand reunion.
Hi Dawn,
Yes you and I agree on that.
Even when I write for me, I write because of the people I know--in response to them, about them or even to them. Without the others I'd be kind hollow.
I'm definitely a patchwork of others :) I love this post. Made me look at 'me' in a totally new light.
Me and everyone else in my life.
:)
Hi Jennifer,
That's good to hear. I guess we take what works for us from the ones we love and keep it near and dear to us.
Liz
Dogs and horses. I'm a patchwork of dogs and horses. Well, more of a pancho.
Dogs and horses eh?
That must be what makes you such a warm and caring being, Doug,
A poncho, I like that. :)
Liz
i am a patchwork of people- in the present, in the past, and tomorrow too.
Hi Rhein,
What a beautiful way to look at it. Yes I guess it's that way for me as well.
I've just found your blog and had to say this is a lovely place to be. Your post is very inspiring.
Take care,
SB
You're right. I've known a lot of people in my life, and my patchwork is intricate and complex, because just about each person has contributed, whether they know it or not, whether I know it or not. It's good to remember this.
Thank you Sassy Brit,
Welcome, it's always good to hear that someone likes it hear. We're a good group. I hope that you'll come back again and get to know us.
Liz
Hi Betty,
Yeah, it's it nice to think abou that we keep a bit of those we love with us all of the time everywhere we go?
Liz
Liz,
Boy, i really enjoyed the simplistic beauty of this one, much like a well constructed/loved/used quilt. Sorry about my absence...am trying to get caught up on my favorite blogs, (yours being one of course), but can't seem to get along here in Portland. Missed you though.
Hello, So glad to know you're alive!
Thanks for your visit and your words. I miss knowing you're not just down the street. Hope you're finding your feet in Portland. Culture shock happens in the US.
Liz
Indeed. Aren't we all? I consider it a compliment if someone borrows some habit or idea or phrase of mine. I do it, too.
Hi David,
I know that I've borrowed some of you for the quilt that is me. I think it's the color of your kitchen. :)
Liz
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