Closing my eyes I run my fingertips over the surface; little bumps and crevices teasing my senses as it grazes over the top of the pieces. I can feel where each piece begins, ends, connects, and where some are still missing.
This puzzle sitting unfinished on my dining room table reminds me of my life, the changes, the picture, and the pieces still missing.
Most people will put the border of a puzzle together first. This serves as the building block, a foundation. Then by starting with one particular portion of the puzzle you separate out the pieces that are more likely to fit together. Eventually all your pieces are put together and make a picture.
Right now I feel so overwhelmed by the unfinished pieces, the colors, I have lost sight of the pieces that are already put together. Tonight I am taking the time to appreciate the pieces that are starting to make an amazing painting.
Each piece is unique, special just to it. Cut to form and fit perfectly with those around it. If I were to open my eyes I know I would see the emergence of frogs. On a closer, more detailed level, I would see the lines and curves that make up each piece.
I am not sure if we are all pieces to a puzzle bigger than ourselves, or if we are a puzzle that we are putting the pieces to. Either way I do not believe that puzzle is ever truly finished, nor do we find all the pieces that are suppose to fit.
It is not about the puzzle you see. It is about finding the pieces.
Here I sit, enjoying the pieces around me. Including the one that I have yet to figure out where to put it in the big puzzle. That piece is me. No matter what, the picture is astounding, and the puzzle is an amazing complex one.
Peaceful, relaxed, grateful. I am not sure what else to say. Other than here is to the pieces that make our life whole, and to the whole of our life that make the pieces uniquely our own.
I suppose we are each a puzzle that fits as a tiny piece into a bigger puzzle. While that seems like a simple answer, it's very complex in its own right.
ReplyDeleteIf you think about it though, it does have an air of sweetness to it that way.
I am really having a hard time trying to fit these pieces together in my work life. I get along with my coworkers but am still misunderstood, and most times not listened too because they think I make no sense. But I dont think we will ever finish the puzzel of life so to speak. There is always going to be pieces fitting, pieces missing, pieces fitting better than others until you find the right placement. This is my struggle daily at work. The clients love me but the other staff I'm still not sure about or if I even fit there with them. Life is just a million piece puzzel that we may figure out or not, with people coming in fitting for a little while then some get replaced, and some stay, but that's how it goes I guess. Anyway I've gone on too long. I agree with this blog, an the comment left by Elizabeth also. I am now feeling better by reading this from your eyes then looking at my own puzzel and foguring some pieces out.
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