recollections of an artist



Today’s post is inspired by the puzzle piece above.  I found this a week or two ago sitting outside on a bench in front of a building. There were no children around, no other puzzle pieces and no one sitting on the bench.  It was just that puzzle piece. This got me to thinking about the lost things in life.  For reasons still unknown to me, I remember when I first saw that puzzle piece all faded and torn up sitting alone and thought to myself, this is one of the saddest things I have ever seen. Of course, that isn’t true, but it sure felt that way when I saw it.  I think my mind started racing around the idea of being lost or missing.  What happens after that?  We all know there is nothing more frustrating than finishing a huge puzzle and realizing there is only ONE piece missing.  But being separated from the other pieces, does this puzzle piece by itself have any meaning on its own?  Is it worthless to the rest of the world who is not missing it in their puzzle?



Since my car accident, I have been walking around a lot.  The other thing I noticed was how many shoes I see on the road laying there without a mate in sight. I was sharing this curious finding with my therapist (who from this point forward will be referred to as “The Lady”) who immediately knew what I was referring to.  Even before I got to asking the question of how does one misplace so many single shoes, she said she sees them all the time too.  But when she sees them, her instant thought was that they were markers for drug tradeoffs!  Always tempted to pick them up, she always decides against it in the event that someone would be really angry if they couldn’t find that exchange point.  It didn’t even cross my mind that these objects are possibly still being used, just not in the way that I would expect.

Below are just a few more pictures of lost things that I have encountered in my travels.  I think my favorite is the chair that is still standing without the one leg.  Even with an importance piece of its structure missing, the chair still functions in its own way.  I would like to think that I continue forth on my own path that I will be able to stop thinking about things, situations or even myself as being lost forever.  I would like to think that I could be like that puzzle piece that is now well cared for in my box of little treasures or the shoe that has found new purpose.  I don’t think lost is a bad thing at all, but I have noticed how hard it can be to remember that.  My tendency is to think that state of being lost with last forever. I’m slowly starting to see how change is inevitable and that things must eventually move into new states of being.  This post is dedicated to all the lost things still out there.  Don’t give up before you are “found”. To the lost things!






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