mosaic

Mosaic

Mosaic

“We are mosaics. Pieces of light, love, history, stars… Glued together with magic and music and words.”

Anita Krizzan

I wrote a post earlier in the week, Consent and me too: not saying no doesn’t mean yes.  Although I was writing about things from the past which were negative, I had not felt emotional about them and was surprised when I read comments expressing how sorry people were that had happened. It made me think about how the events of life, good or bad, shape the person we become. They become embedded within us and impact the person we are, as if each of us is actually mosaic, made from the experiences we have, the people we meet and the way the individual happenings shape and mould us.

While you can look at a mosaic and focus on the tiny broken pieces and the way they are arranged together, you can also see the beauty in the way they all come together to make one, strong, complete whole. I am lucky that is how I feel about most of the experiences in my life.  They have been, they are my history. They make me who I am, but, even when they are difficult things from them past, they blend together with the learning in the present and the promise of the future to form a little part of the whole, not broken and fragile but complete and strong, and that is a wonderful thing.

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27 Comments

    • Thanks Molly and yes I do know what you mean. I just think they all sort of blend to make me. Some still hurt and have shaped me in a way I might not have chosen but they are part of me all the same ?

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