So I was thinking... (imagine that) since I got lost in a thought this morning, about why some love stays and some love goes. Earlier I wrote about how giving love is never really a loss because it all adds itself into the love that someone is and becomes. These gifts are never in vain.
Countless childhood memories see me as a child watching my mother putting puzzles together. She would sit there humming endlessly because this one event was always her passport out of reality. There were no chores to be done, no supper to cook, no children to be tended to. There was just a pretty picture to hum her way through.
My favorite part of assembling a puzzle was always putting the edge rows together. Those always made sense to me because they were sharp, clear and had limited directional possibilities.The insides always frustrated me and unless the puzzle was 100 pieces or less, I usually walked away before it was done.
It took me a long time to realize that puzzles are just not my thing. I wonder what else I need to learn...
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