Stronger at the Broken Places

June 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

Have you ever come back to something you’ve written and it seems like it came from another person?

Then you re-read or listen to something that moved you before, and it still does, but in a different way.

I love the way we grow and change so readily, and yet at the same time we can feel we are the same person, in the same skin that walked 20 years ago down the same path.

I am the Sunshine & Luck girl, an 8 year old who signed her letters that way, and yet I am a different, broken and re-made person. I am, as Hemingway said in a Moveable Feast, “stronger at the broken places.”

Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs and maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that, sometimes, many are stronger at the broken places.

I think about this beautiful poem and about the broken places.

But if we are broken and re-made, are we also, sometimes, waiting to be released from some part of ourselves? A part not best broken, but perhaps left to remain in another time, and there only? Sing, Nina…

Just some thoughts for a rainy morning.

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