Do You Want a Piece of Me?

Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see.
― Søren Kierkegaard

When I learned about covalent bonds in chemistry, I wondered if that meant that we trade electrons when we touch. I’ve read lay person books on quantum physics, but I am not a scientist so I can’t really claim to understand the theories in a practical sense. But the idea that we are, in a very real way, constantly leaving parts of ourselves with the people we connect with is poetic to me. It certainly feels true. If I could draw (and I have been trying) I would make a mosaic of myself and show the dots of the bits and pieces I have traded with others. My mother. My father. My children. My old friends. My friends right now. My partners. My colleagues. It is hard to keep track of all the influences that have contributed to my state of being. I don’t really try anymore.

According to new age health folks and some scientists, we regenerate our most of or all of our cells every 7-10 years. I am not who I was nor who I will be, at the most basic level. Sometimes I find that comforting, other times disturbing, but it is regardless a truth. As the calendar year draws to a close, I wonder which parts of me are being rebuilt and how that will show up in 2013.

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