What’s In Front of Me?

Day 118…

The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton…this month’s book club selection.  The story of three generations piecing together the incomplete stories of their lives.   

The trellis picture that I spent Sunday and part of Monday constructing.  Tiny pieces of colored paper assembled much like the jigsaw puzzle that was completed on the same table before beginning this picture. 

What am I looking at?  The beginning?  How pieces fit?  Who I am?  Where I am?  How I am?

“Each man had only one genuine vocation – to find the way to himself….His task was to discover his own destiny – not an arbitrary one – and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one’s own inwardness.”
— Hermann Hesse

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau

Something opens our wings.  Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.  Someone fills the cup in front of us:  We taste only sacredness.  Rumi 
Somehow it helps just to take something that’s internal and externalize it, to see it in front of you.                  James Taylor 
Writing topic:  In front of me

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