Sunday Morning Reflections: The Scattered Pieces of Our Lives 

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Every now and then there’s a Sunday morning when I start to write, and just don’t seem to get anywhere. Just as there are days when many of you fight to jump start your “creative composition gene” capturing an image, when I start writing the thoughts I want to express don’t always show up right away.
 
As I sat here staring at the pictures on the wall of my home office, I realized I hadn’t read anything by Melody Beattie in a while. This might be a little heavy for some of you, but I’ve written a lot about the importance of feeding your mind, not just your body.

This is a time of year when my life seems to be made up of a lot of disjointed pieces, but unlike a puzzle where they only fit one way, each piece changes as it’s turned and put next to another. Getting those pieces to fit is made more difficult by the stress some people like to bring into our lives. Well, nobody has the right to mess with your happiness.

Years ago a very good friend told me how at a point in his life he simply had to remove himself from family members who lived to be negative about him and his life. He chose to surround himself with positive people and shut out the trolls and the naysayers. The closest of his friends became his family.

I shared a quote last week that you might have missed. We were visiting good friends in Ohio who I’ve written about before – Hoss and Melissa. They’ve become incredibly important members of our family. They have a sign on their living room wall:

                        Here’s to the nights that turned into mornings with the friends that turned into family.

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Hanging out at a vineyard with Hoss and Melissa

Wishing all of you precious time with good friends. A Sunday of peace and just plain happiness. Hopefully, the piece below from Melody Beattie will be as uplifting for you as it was for me this morning. If it is, pick up her book – there are 364 more days of thoughts to inspire you. Just click on the cover below to link to Amazon.

Go for those eleven-second hugs. If you’re new to my blog, I read an article over a year ago about hugs lasting eleven seconds or longer become therapeutic. Just trust me and try it.  And, thanks for being a part of the “connecting thread’ in my life Melody talks about.

Happy Sunday!


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by Melody Beattie

Scattered pieces. Sometimes we look around, and that’s what we see. Scattered pieces of ourselves, our lives, a project, a season of our lives. Where is the connecting thread, we wonder? How can we ever pull this together into something that makes sense, something with purpose, something with meaning?

There are pieces to every whole; yet each piece is complete. Don’t worry about how they will come together. Work joyfully on the piece that’s before you, the piece that’s in your life today.

There are many pieces of you, many beautiful parts. The universe will help you bring all those parts alive. It will bring mirrors to you, people who will reflect those beautiful pieces back to you. Look in the mirror of our life. What pieces do you see reflected? Know it’s you you’re seeing. Then let that part of you come alive.

Pull in the parts of yourself, the many beautiful parts that have come alive.  Beckon your warrior, your healer, your playful child. Bring together your professional self, your adult, the passionate part of you, the nurturing part. Let all the parts come together. Don’t send any of them away. You need them all. Each is a beautiful piece of the soul, the life, the person you are.

Trust. Trust the process. Joy is yours, available for the asking and the desiring –even in the developmental stages. Even before the puzzle has been put together. The scattered pieces will come together – the scattered pieces of yourself, your project, your life. The connecting thread is love.

The picture will be beautiful. Wait and see.


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