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"Landscape Puzzle"
My life was like a giant landscape puzzle, the one with a thousand
pieces. I'd spent my
childhood finding all the straight edge pieces and putting them
together to form the shell of the puzzle. My teens filled in the varying
degrees of blue sky portions, with the occasional gray
thunderstorms of teenage angst. My college days were the golden
hues of prairie wheat blowing freely; their upright stocks standing
tall, fiercely proud of their independence. Now in my early thirty's I was
searching for the foundation pieces for the stone century home that
would stand as the focal point of the puzzle. I thought I had laid the
groundwork pieces with Luke, but when I looked closely at the
shapes of the pieces I was putting together, I realized that the
fit just wasn't right.
When
two perfect pieces are joined, they snap together, their bonds
secure. You can try to
pound and hammer those two pieces down, but if the shapes don't
match, there's no connection. Sometimes you even try and gloss
over the mistake, by adding other matching pieces to the two you
tried to hammer down, but eventually that too comes back to haunt
you. At the end of
your life, all the pieces have to connect. They all have to
match. Hopefully the
frame you started building from birth is full, each piece dependent
on the other. One
cohesive unit that can stand on its own. Perhaps one day the landscape
puzzle will hang on your granddaughters’ wall; a testament to the
truth that yes, it is possible to have a life where all the pieces
fit. I didn't want my
puzzle to end up as a broken mess on someone's
floor. I would
wait until I found that matching piece, even if it took a
lifetime.
That's the good thing about puzzles. You can never finish a really big
one in a single day, no matter how hard you try. You leave it set up on a table in
the back of a room somewhere and every time you walk by, you try to
fit a few more pieces in. If none fit that day, you try
again tomorrow and you keep trying until you get it
right. Only a sore
loser gets frustrated and puts the puzzle back in the
box. I wasn't a sore
loser. Maybe instead
of focusing so much on the foundation of my house, I'd go back and
work on the wheat section. Eventually, the wheat had to lead
back to the house. By
then, I'd be ready for it.
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