We Come in Pieces

One of the puzzle pieces I found in my yard recently.

I’ve been discovering various puzzle pieces around my property. This is the last one that showed up. These kinds of signs always make me curious, as there is nothing ever random about it. Time for a PAUSE, standing for “Perhaps An Unseen Solution Exists.” Elizabeth Gilbert has opened my eyes to this in her new memoir, All The Way To The River.

As a child, I enjoyed puzzles, yet I did not have the required patience for those boxes with more than fifty pieces or so. I marveled at those who could work on one for long periods of time. Having it occupy a table, returning to it, and one day the puzzle was complete. Now, if a cat or children were present, that might become quite a feat.

I’m curious with this metaphor around puzzle pieces. In my current season of life I sense it might be informing me that more may be revealed in time?

“The problem is that we always look for the missing piece of the puzzle, instead of finding a place for the one in our hand.”  Alini Radoi

What if that which I believe I must search for, I already have within my possession? All my pieces are in tact. They are housed  within this box of life that I inhabit. No need for me to be on the prowl for anything missing on the outside. Yet, if one does fall upon my path, bend down, pick it up, adding to my container of pieces of me. Why not? Perhaps a pivotal corner piece that has eluded me has made its timely arrival?

Recalling the delight in finding pieces that fit seamlessly. Others requiring some wiggling, deciding if I was forcing something when perhaps it never was meant to be?

Our internal voices desiring all the pieces to align with ease, may simply not be what is in our highest and best good? I am noticing how I’m discovering more peace around this. Naturally some instances more fluid than others.

The harsh inner critic, the score keeper, is inching their way into the nose bleed section. Sometimes reluctantly, yet my lack of interest is causing them to run out of gas, because my attention is what fueled them.

All the versions of ourselves that were lived into, to get us to where we are today. Thank goodness, we hung in there together, and were taught the love language of each piece. No two alike, each unique, urging us to always keep some open spaces too.

“We’re all pieces of the same ever-changing puzzle; some connected for mere seconds, some connected for life…and some connected with no explanation at all.” ~ Stanley Victor Paskavich

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