Sehnsuch nach den fehlenden Stücken

I’ve often felt life to be a large puzzle.

Not the easy-peasy 100 piecer with some predictable Thomas Kinkade bridge on it…it is  the kind with thousands of pieces, large color blocked fields, and no box cover to sneak a peak at the final picture. The image appears to be constantly changing as more and more pieces fall into place.  Sometimes you loose pieces (dogs love to eat stray puzzle pieces) or you are convinced that a piece fits, you try and squeeze it in, and then realize it really wasn’t the right fit in the end (oh, but accepting that misplacement can be tough!).

Luckily, I love puzzles…but that doesn’t mean they don’t frustrate the pants off me sometimes. Every once in a while though, you find a place, a person, a moment that just puts you into the ZONE.

BAM! You are a piece finding machine, a veritable heat seeking missile for the lost pieces, and everything just seems to fit.


The last 3 months in Brooklyn has been one of “those” places for me. It is so easy to become frustrated when we are stuck with a puzzle (and hopefully doesn’t result in straight up table flipping…(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻….believe me I’ve been there!)

I have to keep reminding myself that it is important to be patient when creating beautiful things. We are all yearning for those lost pieces, the ones we know will continue to expand the lovely picture we are making of our lives…but every day can’t be a heat seeking missile day.

It is my last night in NYC and I am so grateful for the time I was able to spend puzzling here.

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