Picture, if you will, a delicately engraved box; the sort that the matriarch of your family may have tucked away in a drawer containing treasures.
The box is not too big, not too small nor deep in its size. It has a distinctive look, feel and bouquet. It looks old and it feels velvety and its smell is that of age but it is not unpleasant but rather it’s familiar and comforting.
As these words spill across my screen, in this instance and in this moment, the box is a metaphorical one.
From time to time the box has been carefully removed from its place of safe keeping to have items added and some removed. The items removed are never removed permanently but are taken out to be cherished, contemplated and some to be studied in a discerning way. Once reflected upon all are returned to their resting place with unconditional care.
The place of safe keeping is my heart and my soul and that box contains a jigsaw puzzle.
The puzzle is that of my life. The puzzle of my life is like a colourful mosaic which is yet to be completed. The artist started with a blank canvas and every day of every year, pieces are added to give life to both a picture and a narrative.
There are pieces of my life’s jigsaw that fit together flawlessly. Those perfect pieces include my children. Their lives are coloured with light and shade and filled with hope and love. Other fragments which sit naturally within me and are part of that puzzle are my memories.
Most are pleasant to recall and some distressing but all form essential pieces of the mosaic that makes me whole. Every day I create new memories and each finds its resting place in that box.
The pieces of the puzzle which are missing, or rather yet to be shaped and encouraged into place, are the parts which will add to my story and one day upon my death, will complete it.
I am not sure how the pieces will fit into my ever changing puzzle or what pieces of the existing puzzle may need to be reshaped to enable them to fit. I do know though, that there are pieces I’d like to remove but in doing so would, like a house of cards, make the mosaic of my life crumble and become unrecognisable.
So rather than forcibly remove those pieces, I am going to let nature takes its course. I am happy to ride what seems to be a predetermined path for now. Slowly and methodically though, I will change course and navigate to a place I want to be rather than a place I need to be.
I accept that there are things that I cannot change but those things I can influence, I will. If I see a piece of my puzzle within reach and can see it fitting into my mosaic perfectly and naturally, I will gently bring it to rest in its rightful place. In doing so, that piece along with all the others will add colour and light to my life’s beautiful puzzle.