Stitches by Anne Lamott
I recently had my hip replaced and took this book with me to the hospital. I thought that by the title alone, it would be just the spiritual medicine I would need to get me back on track. Little did I know however, that I had no physical stitches in my incision. The surgeon glued me back together. Modern medicine is quite amazing.
What I learned from this book is that even though I didn't get stitched back together, many stitches have been made in the quilt that is me from this experience. We are made up of stitches, each one carefully sewn for every step we take in life.
There are many passages here that I wanted to highlight and remember forever. The one however, that stuck with me is, "The American way is to not need help, but to help." Right now I need help to do a lot of things and I hate asking for it. I'm using a walker just to get around. Managing it and me is a full time effort. I can't even get a drink from the refrigerator with out asking for it. It is a humbling experience and a lesson I needed to learn. And a stitch my quilt needed in order to grow.
I love Anne Lamott. She's funny and has a unique way of writing about the journey of life. I have to admit I liked Help, Thanks, Wow a bit better than Stitches. This book was exactly what I needed during my road to recovery. It's amazing to me how books have a way of working their way to the top of the reading pile at just the right time.
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