A globe lantern hanging outside our favorite coffee shop. The place where we often go on weekends and have lattes and their tasty breakfast croissant sandwiches. In fact, that sounds like a good thing to do this coming weekend…
And what’s on my mind recently? Been researching info about my ancestors, with the help of some friends. Why the interest? Maybe it’s because it feels like putting little pieces of myself, of where I "came from," together. Been researching my father’s side of the family – the side with the mysterious relatives who continually pioneered new land, scattered, and did not keep in contact. The great-grandfather who left his wife and 2 young kids (and $$ from his in-laws) to stake out land in Oklahoma – and never came back. Was he murdered? Did he die? Or just take off to start a new life?
That side is a great contrast to my mother’s family, who came to MO from Germany/Prussia, settled in, and have remained there. Their family history is well-documented.
So, thinking about the ancestors and what their lives may have been like; putting together little pieces to make a unique design. And the light that shines from within.
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There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.