I've been known to enjoy a good puzzle.
I remember a few times of my childhood when we set a card table in the corner of the family room, scattered with hundreds of pieces. Sometimes we spent hours at a time, poring over the clues and pieces to see what fit where, which colors matched, what picture would unfold. Just the glimpse of a birdhouse or butterfly wings were encouragement to find the next piece.
Everyone knows the first two guidelines for completing a puzzle: find your corners and edges, and keep the lid close by. That big picture: a faithful guide map for puzzlers.
I feel like I'm living a puzzle, one I must put together as I go.
The pieces are scattered around me. A million pieces, it seems.
And I just wish I could find the edges, or even the corners, so I could know how big this might get. So I could gain some perspective.
There's no lid in sight.
I can neither see the big picture, nor can I put it all away.