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Your Jigsaw Puzzle.

The first of the autumnal misty mornings this campervan morning. Spectre like trees and ghostly branches reach out from its grasp. A slight breeze blows through it sending swirls around the uppermost parts of the oak. It seems to swallow sound muffle thought and movement. Though the closer birds seem to have their song magnified. I do like a good mist or fog to sit in. Its veil forces you to look and listen deeply, really to exentuate your senses. It clears momentarily and then returns, ebbing and flowing like low tidal waves gently lapping on a shoreline. I can hear birds and the occasional one darts out of the mist and then disappears. A few calls that I do not recognise and a territorial squirrel making themselves known in the distance. Crows that I am unable to see chatter to and fro. If feels like another marked step into another season. Having to really take over expectations over the last few days as really exposed parts my internal jigsaw, which I have been having to recognise, be aware of and acknowledge over the last few days. Some parts of the precious pieces remain in place others a wee bit dislodged, but as Vera Nazarian said :


“ Not every puzzle is intended to be solved. Some are in place to test your limits. Others are, in fact, not puzzles at all...”


So I have spent some time, seeing which parts of the puzzle are to be solved, which to leave and which are not puzzles at all, but just life. I sense that one of the pillars that supports the puzzle has become unstable and therefore so is the puzzle. My go to creativity muse and veritable kick up the backside Rick Rubin writes :


“ If we surrender to the creative impulse, our singular piece of the puzzle takes its proper shape. “


So perhaps being a bit more creative about the puzzle, the pieces and life. Bit of a strange one this morning, maybe it’s the mist, or the shifts around me that are upsetting the puzzle. It’s self care Sunday so do something for yourself today. Lovely days people.


“ I am a puzzle and a conundrum and a thunderstorm.” Brian Doyle.



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