There’s no place like home

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Last night my daughter and I stayed up rather late working on this 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle at the dining room table. My youngest son and his friend hovered about for a while, helping with a piece or two. Earlier I had the opportunity to have lunch with my other son, with everyone so busy these days, it was nice to have “face time” with each of the kids.IMG_1655

As we searched for the edges and the matching colors and shapes, chatting about this and that, I was overcome with such a feeling of contentment and gratitude it almost made my skin hurt. Do you ever feel that way? Like your experience is so beautiful, or love filled or saturated with goodness that it’s too much for your physical body to hold? It’s like the experience oozes beyond your bodily edges and if you try to hold it, well you just can’t. Time moves too quickly, the seconds pass swiftly and I am reminded of the poem, Eternity, by William Blake:

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

Whoa, who knew the power of a mere jigsaw puzzle? Oh and if you look closely, you will see that this one knocked my socks off! Ha ha!

IMG_1658 1000 piece Ravensburger Puzzle called World of Words, a large interior library/study scene. Evening update:
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About reneetamara

Writing about death, mental illness, spirituality, art and perfume. Because beauty feeds the soul, and love is beyond what we think.

2 responses to “There’s no place like home”

  1. Undina says :

    I LOVE jigsaw puzzles! You have to show it once you’re done.

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