Today I sit on the terrace of our house in the mountains and am looking back at an eventful year.
Happy that gratitude took the overtone. Last summer the song “Wake me up when this is all over”, was in the hit parade for months and that sentence kept wandering through my mind.
I strongly believe that things happen for a reason, even if at the time we don’t see or understand, later on we can make sense out of it. But falling into pieces is frightening, what do you want to do if you can start new? Your first reflex is to fix the old image, it takes time and courage to look at all the pieces and find a new purpose for them. When everything falls into place, we find the energy for a new beginning, we are in peace with ourselves and our new life.
It is a bit like breaking tiles to make a mosaic. It takes imagination, creativity, craftsmanship and lots of patience to get all the different colours and shapes into your design.
After twelve months of puzzling my mosaic is ready!