by Stacey Britton | August 22, 2018 | Puzzle Pieces
My life is like a collection of puzzle pieces, the longer I live the more pieces are part of the larger picture and the pieces that are on the edges of my life, the places that I’m not sure about, find their place and home.
You could also say my life is like a tapestry, on the front it is easy to see the pattern, and I formerly said that on the back you would not be able to easily see the pattern, but that was until I realized a mastery artisan weaves the front as well as the back and the picture is clear from front to the back. It is beautiful on both sides.
This year (2018) the challenge has be just to BE. Not be perfect. No be excellent. Not be silent, silly or sour. Not to do, although it has been an amazingly busy year. But this simply two letter, power packed word.
BE
Being and Doing go hand in hand, they are both part of who I am. I have both puzzle pieces of my life of which I have absolutely NO CLUE about, those would the be puzzle pieces on the edge. Being and Doing going along with agreeing to grow and rise to a challenge.
BE
Encompasses all of these are of me, to BE is to accept who I am at every moment, to live in the moment. To BE ok when I’m in the middle of a muddle. To BE ok when I wish I could have inner peace but instead I feel like jello. To BE when I’m defending the defenseless, teaching the ignorant, running a race on the treadmill of life or lounging in the pool in my mind’s eye.
BE
This place of BE has allowed me to see opportunities and say yes. To listen with a calm heart. To empathize without the lecture – however that one I’m still working on.
To BE is hard work.
I’m no Aristotle “to be or not to be…”
I’m no Tony “be all you can be…”
I’m not finished learning what it means to …BE…
Join me?
Stacey
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By Stacey Britton | September 1, 2018 | A Puzzle Piece
DAD
I don’t really understand the ebb and flow of love when someone dies. Why after so long a time (1994-2007) the loss of love can be so painful to remember. But there it is – I’m undone. I remember his face, his laugh, even his cough! How he used to pat me on the back until it hurt. I remember he was so proud of me and called me the perfect child. (even though I certainly was not)
His co-workers used to say I must be a child that ‘walked on water’ because he talked about me so often and with such pride. He was proud of his only daughter. He loved me, the good, the bad and the ugly.
Dad loved not only me but those he met he was an expert at the skill of making people feel good about themselves “hang in there’ he’s say when life got hard.
He knew hardship.
We knew hardship.
Now he’s gone.
c2007