I haven't put a puzzle together for 2 1/2 years now. I presumed this as just another area of my life
that has been altered by grief.
Subconsciously, I think I knew that the last thing I needed was the additional challenge of trying to make pieces of anything make sense, to put broken back together seemed an impossibility.
While wandering through the toy department last week looking for a puzzle for Tinley, I inadvertently stumbled across one that spoke to me, not the puzzle itself, the name, Winds of Change.
Uitwaaien is a Dutch word that cannot be fully translated into English: it literally means 'to walk in the wind" but in the more figurative and commonly used sense, it means to take a brief break to clear one's head.
I have found that "walking in the wind" does just that for me. It drowns out the internal noise. Walking the beach at tide change is my favorite, the wind always seems to kick up then. Another favorite place to walk in the wind is in my own yard, right before a storm (not during) while the leaves swish together like a feather tambourine.
I bought the puzzle, I'm enjoying it. It seems that things that got turned around are slowly righting themselves, while things that maybe needed to change, have/are.
Winds of Change, I like to think there will be a new place to rest when it subsides.
