Yes, they NEVER go back the way they were. I am enjoying figuring out how to fill in the blanks now that I have my basic form back in line......

I have been collecting 1/2' thick granite, marble and limestone countertop remnants ever since the business opened 7 years ago. All different sizes and colors, from two square feet to barely there.

They have become my "River Runs Through It". A giant puzzle running through my house from front to back door and off to the sides here and there. It is sorta shockingly cool to see for the first time. It's not grouted or anythng, it just sits calmly on the floor all by itself.

When I was flipping through my brain files for an image to explain my multipliity and stuff to Mom and Sis, the River came to mind to illustrate my beingness.

It's like I got shattered and splatered and rolled and parts of me melted and parts of me crumbled and roiled and rolled and was sucked into myself and out of myself and pressed under the weight of the world and and etc, just like those rocks laying there on my floor.

The challenge is to take them as they are now and put them where I want them now. Make a pretty, useful, durable thing out of my pieces. Sometimes I have to whack one against another to break it down enough to fit.

The "negative" spaces, where the edges don't meet, collect dirt really well and are easily vacuumed out. I can also empty out some of my jars of pretty rocks and shells and tchatchkes
I've collected over the years and use them to fill in some of the blanks with happy memories.

AND if I decide to lift any of it up (bunny accident) cause some of the rocks and the floor needs washing, it never goes back down the same. Even if I think I remember where all the pieces go. It never works. I have to find a new fit.

It is sooooo me.