There were days I thought menopause was chipping away at my body.
And there were days I felt like menopause was chipping away at my soul.
Pieces of me were falling off bit by bit.
But the good news, the encouraging word, is that through the process, the mosaic comes back together.
Maybe the spaces in that mosaic are the new bits of us.
Maybe they represent a different freedom, space we weren’t open to before.
Or maybe, truth be told, they represent our wrinkles and crinkles.
Mosaics take a long time to make.
They also demand vision, creativity, an appreciation for color, patience, and an understanding of the parts that make the whole.
The whole old and oh so new you and me.
To the new year!
To the new us!
The Mosaic above: This flower mosaic graces a wall at McGuffy Park, where my grandson Mazen likes to play in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Cookies! Celebrate mosaics with Froot Loop Mosaic Cookies, the creation of blogger Jodi Durr of Meaningful Mama. Find the recipe here on her post.
For an invigorating activity in the new year, try this site that enables you to make a Roman mosaic online!
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What a nice way to describe life– really any stage I think. I’ll pass on the cookies though.
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Ah come on and bake a batch!
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Nice mosaic! I made one–a very simple 7th grader one–in art class. One of the few things my Mom kept and actually hung in her kitchen. Good way to describe life. All the pieces of our lives coming together to make who we are.
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I made one in seventh grade and I still have mine too!
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Love the mosaic metaphor! We are a collection of everything we’ve experienced, aren’t we.
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Yep, a fascinating collection!
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Mosaics are beautiful in their imperfections. Nicely done!
Carol
http://www.carolcassara.com
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Thank you. Love thinking about the beauty of imperfection.
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Thanks,I will now look at my wrinkles and crinkles as pieces of the mosaic that is my face. I like that imagery!
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Yep. We got to look at them happily (cause we have little choice,although my daughter was pushing some new kind of expensive wrinkle cream on me yesterday. She said, “Mom, you need to try as many of these as possible.”) Ha!
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Love the artwork, cookies and writing style like poetry. Keep chipping away at your craft. Your soul seems complete.
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Thanks for your sweet words about my writing. Spurs me on…Not so sure about my soul though!
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Wonderful metaphor and fun to think we are always adding to the mosaic.
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Thank you! Adding, adding every day!
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What a beautiful writing and mosaic!
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Thanks!
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It is a beautiful image of what I’m sure will feel a bit like that. Becoming a mom actually felt like that a bit for me. I had to completely redefine myself as I entered that roll and found the old part of me felt like it was cracking. Thank you for beautiful imagery and including my cookies in your post.
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Yes. You are right. Motherhood threw me for a loop at first (well actually, for many years. I was nuts over my kids but managing them sure wore me out some.) Thanks for letting me post your beautiful cookies, Jodi.
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It’s true, isn’t it. Menopause is like putting a mosaic together and your so right- we do get put back together- sometimes more beautiful then before.
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