|This is where I want to be.|
Some days I get to do more than other days. Today the sun is shining. The sky is blue. The air is fresh and crisp.
|This is where I am|
And I'm stuck at home with a series of infections and a whole bunch of antibiotics in addition to my other disabilities. Oh, and I'm also alone. My kids and sweetheart are on a hike. It's easy to feel sorry for myself. But I've decided not to. Why?
Well, I'm listening to Vaughn Morrison and the Chieftains and there are two jigsaws puzzles to be worked on, and the light is just right. (Plus I'm a bit selfish: I don't like people messing with my "system." My daughters are exempted from messing with "my system," but it's still nice to have a chunk of time to puzzle on my own.)
There's something magical about the meditativeness of working on a puzzle. For me, I find myself in a space of mindfulness and complete in-the-moment awareness. Where is the piece whose color matches this area? What shape do I need to find that will match where the puzzle is just one mass of the same color?
In one part of the novel, after many failed attempts, Brian constructs a bow and arrow that is sturdy and on the mark. He is desperately hungry, has already learned to make fire, yet cannot seem to catch any of the local fool birds, despite the wealth of them everywhere. He is desperate. And then suddenly he knows. He just knows what to do. And he catches his first fool bird: