Puzzles Rock…


If all rocks looked the same…how would we find our way home…
Sometimes…when I sit down…I know exactly what I want to write about…something has happened…something is going on…funny or poignant…it just flows out onto the paper…
This morning…not so much…
This morning…I needed inspiration…a jumping off place…so…I dug into my journal…that’s where I write what you aren’t supposed to read…and somehow…you keep sneaking in there…I’ve got to hide that key better…geez…
It was in my journal…that I found Bertha’s quote…
I reflect…
It’s so easy…for me…to feel different…and yet…I know I’m the same…I remember…we talked about it before…we all want the same thing…to be heard…to be understood…to be loved…
I know…I certainly do…and…that’s pretty much my list…
Well…that…and a killer body…and lots of money…and best-seller’s status…and maybe…a house in the mountains…and one on the beach…but…I digress…mostly in jest…
Essentially…we all want the same thing…to be heard…to be understood…to be loved…
We just see it from different perspectives…from unique points of view…and isn’t that the way it should be…not better…not worse…just different…
Puzzle pieces…all different…all unique…all essential…fitting together…to make a bigger picture…
Jane

5 thoughts on “Puzzles Rock…

  1. We do want similar things and that should bring us together rather than continually driving groups apart. I really wish there was more harmony in the world. Let's lift a cup of tea to that!

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