I am not a natural gardener. I am impatient and love instant results, which is why abstract art and cooking appeal to me so much! The zen mode of gardening often eludes me, but today, the weeds couldn’t wait any longer! So, I decided to change my mindset as I tackled the overgrown garden. As I cut and pulled, I reflected on what in my life could be removed to create more space for growth.

The dead flower heads reminded me of how they once embodied beauty and joy, providing fragrance and nourishment for bees and insects. Now, brown and shriveled, they had lost their charm and purpose. Chopping off these browned heads felt callous, but it made me think about how this mirrors many aspects of life, including our relationships with people.

How we treat others during times of change or when a relationship has run its course is crucial. Being considerate and kind only when it suits us is not truly honorable. This doesn’t mean avoiding boundaries or speaking our truth, but rather not discarding the feelings of ourselves and others. It’s important to honor what each person has brought into our lives in terms of growth.

When people age, it can seem as though they are discarded or treated as lesser. But if we consider how much we all learn along the way—every one of us experiencing heartache, grief, pain, love, and joy to varying degrees—we see that we are all like flowers, plants, and trees. We grow differently and thrive and survive in our own unique ways. Honoring the life path of others and how they choose to walk it allows for their experiences and knowledge to not be simply discarded. It can be sown and woven, enriching growth for others.

The old adage, “treat others the way you would like to be treated,” may be overused, but if we remind ourselves that we are all fallible beings, living by this principle can create a more supportive and interconnected world. The meadows and forests of life can flourish through the mutual respect and understanding we gain from knowing each other.

A lamb had wandered out of the field opposite the house. Despite the large gap through which it had escaped, the lamb struggled to find its way back, even though the other sheep were answering its bleating cries with encouraging calls.

The lamb wandered anxiously along the edge of the field, desperate to reunite with its family but unable to figure out how to do so. It got stuck in the hedge several times, adding to its distress. I couldn't help but see a parallel to our own experiences—how often do we find ourselves stuck, knowing where we need to go but unable to see the path clearly? We sometimes stray from our paths or find ourselves lost in life, unable to return to where we feel safe and secure, despite the obvious solutions right in front of us.

Despite the other sheep's loud encouragement, the lamb couldn't navigate its way back, just as sometimes the voices in our lives—friends, family, mentors—offer advice and encouragement when we're lost. Yet, sometimes, even with their support, we struggle to find our way.

Approaching the lamb slowly and calmly, I tried to guide it back to the gap. At first, it resisted, much like we resist help when we're overwhelmed by our circumstances. I used various tactics, from gentle gestures to soft-spoken words, to coax to reunite with it's family.

So often when we're trying to help others—or even ourselves—it requires patience, calmness, and persistence. Rushing or forcing a solution rarely works; instead, a gentle approach can lead to better outcomes.

Finally, after several attempts, the lamb ran straight for the original gap and ran towards the flock. The noise settled and the hills became quiet again. Through the stillness of the hills I was reminded that no matter how lost we feel, there's always a way back. Sometimes, it takes a bit of guidance and a lot of patience to find it. When we're lost, it's crucial to stay calm and patient, seek support, and be open to guidance. Sometimes, the path back to where we need to be is right in front of us; we just need the right perspective and encouragement to see it.
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Whether you're dealing with a personal challenge, supporting someone else, or facing a moment of confusion, remember the lamb's journey. Stay patient, seek support, and trust that you will find your way back.

​Often the old tenacious side of me wanted to hang on for all the answers even though I knew it took me further from my place of inner peace. It is like a bit between our teeth that we get, and it can drive us further into our mental stuff. We seem to have a deep need to know the next steps or outcome of a moment of life itself. This can be so persistent that it ignites our anxiety and feeds into loops of rumination.
Why is it so hard for many of us to let go and be in the now? Part of it comes from the survival part of the brain that is thinking in advance and analyzing situations for perceived threat or opportunity. Our mind is consistently judging, and perceiving. It creates scenarios or possible scenarios as part of that analysis. This is based on all the information gathered from the moment of conception to present day. Being still and being present means completely letting go and allowing information to fall away. It is also resisting buying into the judgments and responses that our mind will want to feed us.
I was considering mental health or anxiety and stress to be like popping popcorn.
Consider our mind to be like a bag of unpopped kernels and the information coming into our mind the heat that pops it. If we give power to the information, then the ideas or stress start to fire off or become bigger in our mind. Our mind fills rapidly with complex multitudes of responses and coping. In those moments we are creating the heat that pops the popcorn. For those of you who love popcorn this analogy may not work. I guess from that perspective we can also see it as adding heat to passion and creativity and therefore filling our mind with delicious popcorn topped with lashings of creativity!
Going back to using this analogy for stress for a moment; that popcorn of response can literally fill the mind and body so it can feel impossible to move or think clearly.
So, let’s consider that mindfulness is a way of using the heat in a controlled way. If we take back control of how and when we ignite our responses, then we get to choose with more ease how full we are in our thoughts or output.
Being more present allows for a more balanced response and awareness keeping the so-called heat from our mind. We can consider possibilities from many perspectives with more ease when we are present. We can also find the beauty in so many places unseen before.
We can choose what toppings of life we add or omit. We can be handed a menu of life and from that menu create substitutions and choose to try a different menu.
We can feel that we are limited by our choices based on the menu we were given at birth or various points of our life. Some of us may face larger limitations to work around than others. These limitations can almost always create massive strengths or positive impact when we can come to a place of owning our power within our mind.
Coming from a place of owning our inner power can allow the spectacular à la carte or buffet of life to be all the more expansive and deliciously experienced.
Using the breath and mindfulness to keep the kernels of your mind settled and being aware when you have allowed stress to fire off filling your mind is a huge step forward in the path to peace.
If you do allow your mind to fill with popcorn of stress, then remember you can also then choose what toppings to add. We can all end up in a place of panic or stress and this is human. What we do when we get there is key. Sprinkling on guilt, shame, regret, or judgment is something on the menu you can choose to omit. Dusting yourself with love, compassion and care is an add on item that is always delicious and filling.
So, fill yourself from the buffet of life with nurturing and expansive choices and sprinkle love as your topping. Be the menu that you wish to be. 

Do you know that feeling where everything within you feels warm and safe?
This feeling is usually associated with a person or landscape. Certain smells can also bring back the tenderness of a person's smile or a delicious sunset. For me, two of these smells are freshly brewed coffee and soft bread toasting. I can recall moments in my past where this aroma enveloped my surroundings. I get drawn into light laughter with an edge of teasing between relatives around a worn antiqued table. I am taken to moments of gentle banter over slow-cooked scrambled eggs with others wishing the eggs weren't quite as slow. The memory of returning snow-covered from a freezing toboggan expedition comes flooding back. Usually, my cousins, sister and I would end up in some hedge or tree dodging twigs and branches. These moments were always surrounded by a loving glow and dappled with the fine fragrance of a nestled home.
One person that is attached to this feeling is my Aunt Faye. As a child, I would stay with her often during the holidays. Her home always had a smell that would feel instantly calming and safe. Faye always had a contagious laugh and willingness to see the lightness in things. I don't remember her ever getting frustrated or angry. I only remember her being consistently kind. Perhaps this baseline of constant behaviour helped settle me into a place of deep comfort.
Since childhood, many of my experiences have been unpredictable. People, like my aunt, who were consistent in their manner seemed to have a hum of warmth. That hum echoed a sense of safety, and a knowing that the person would always remain the same. It can be thought that being predictable is playing it safe or not expressive. I feel that there is a balance. If the constant is an open and non-judgmental approach it allows others to connect to you more deeply. This kind of predictability is more like having a solid root system rather than a fragile foundation. There is a certain quality and energy to people who are like this. They seem to create an atmosphere that allows you to relax and lean into welcomed conversation.
The past years have brought many loved ones passing. Each person has left a gift of learning behind, and it is always there if we wish to see it. Living life and considering what gift we wish to leave behind can help guide us onto the best path. The path can sometimes feel challenging and daunting. Remembering that in each moment we are at choice is empowering. That choice might be a slight shift in mindset or a plunge into all new terrain.
For me, Faye left behind many lessons of warmth and love. I still feel the love and laughter that embraced my life each time the delights of coffee fill my room. I try to pull together traditions of coziness in the kitchen and banter around a table. I hope that others will feel the gift of comfort through these gathering moments just as I did at my aunt's house.
We can let our loved ones live on through the traditions we choose to keep. We can choose to let our memories fade or be vibrant and full. We can pause each day and bring them back to memory allowing a gentle smile.
Breathe just for a moment, and let the pause settle. In these moments, we can feel the love and warmth of the past.  Within the pause, we can be reminded that life is a little more opulent because of those we have loved.

​It occurred to me over my predawn coffee how many moments in life are not truly experienced due to fear or the desire to stay within the box of norms. We have adeptly put that box in place from needing a sense of control.
In early childhood, we walk approaching life in splendour and wonder. Experiences bring new explosions on the senses creating a ripple. This expands from the moment we touch, feel, see or smell something to the responses others have around us while we are engaging through the moment.
A simple new pleasure can become a spectacle of others commenting and drawing attention to other areas we may not have noticed. Equally the responses may be of disapproval and in those moments the spectacular wonder can turn into shame or guilt.  Moments of self-discovery can be turned into what pleases someone else rather than what it is for us. We can lose ourselves in those responses and process a new belief system.
The first moment of touching mud or tasting ice cream or seeing a butterfly can be swarmed with thousands of pieces of additional information other than our own.
How much of what we experience at this moment is truly based on our own opinion or being?
This is almost impossible to quantify as from the very moment we are born our life became a part of those around us. Each building block of information laid by what we interpret from others.
Even our rebelling over what we are not is based on our past and can be a dramatic swing of resistance based on unhealed wounds.
In its simplest form, take the child who is staring in wonder at a spider watching in delight as its spins its web. The parent who is terrified of spider’s shrieks so the child then turns that wonder into fear. This learnt response can remain for an entire lifetime.
We are such complex beings, facing new potential dilemmas daily from a point of reference of what social media dictates. We are consistently fed what is perceived as acceptable or desirable and this leaves it even more difficult to find who we truly are.
One of the areas that saddens me is the vast amount of information that is judgment-based. There is an incredible amount of help, but also potential harm that is delivered through social platforms. One particular platform I noticed has many amazing people with varying abilities sharing their lives. Volumes of people send comments from a place of deep angered judgment while others from extreme joy and support.
It has been since the beginning of time that humans have felt they have the right to judge others. It is now at the surface and more visible than ever due to access to social media; it rules our modern societies.
I would love to be able to pull back the lever on social media and hit the pause button. Allow for us all to take a moment and rediscover the simpler things in life. To celebrate each other for differences and help to lift each other. I know that may sound cliché but none of us get out of here without wounds and scars; we all know that. We should try to stop adding to them or, at the very least, minimize them.
I have had many conversations recently on how you never know what a first or last experience will be. I for one want to be present enough to fully experience moments so if it is the first or the last it will be something tangible and expansive. Even the simplest of moments can provide a gift.
Allowing fear can serve a purpose when it comes to assessing physical danger, but when it comes to experiences of life it can hinder us beyond what we could have imagined. One of my lovely Aunts consistently reminded me that there were no right or wrong decisions in life, simply different outcomes; all have growth and all have new experiences. 

Do you know that feeling when you are about to bite into an apple? Taste buds preparing for the crunch and the delicious burst of flavour?
Do you expect or desire tart or sweet? Crunchy or slightly soft? Chilled in the fridge, so it’s cold or room temperature?
Your mouth is lined up for that satisfying ahh as you bite into the apple delights.
You have been looking forward to that apple with stomach rumbling and taste buds producing salvia in anticipation, and then it is not the taste you expected. In fact, you must spit it out as it tastes horrible.
You created an expectation, and this was not met. Mixed emotions come forward over something as simple as an apple. Your mind and brain signals are now sending different messages than before. Your saliva glands aren’t producing the same amount of salvia, and your stomach acid is now increased, creating nausea rather than preparation of eating. Vast amounts of data and processing all occurring with you only being aware of a tiny percentage of them.
Life can be just like that apple. People, moments, food and relationships, to name a few, can all turn into a sour apple rather than sweet or a sweet apple that you expected to be sour.
Our preprogramming all creating expectations and pathways built on our preconceived notions. Past experiences and information that has been gathered over time all lock into these preconceptions, creating responses before we even know we are in them.
If you consider toddlers who experience things for the first time, their reaction can already be coded based on what they have observed in those around them. The classic example being a parent screaming about a spider creates a fear response in the child; therefore, the programming can turn into spider equals fear. Whereas a parent who readily picks the spider up in fascination will usually lead to the child having a spider equals curiosity programming.
How much of our outlook and responses to people and situations is our own? How much is learnt from a young age?
Genuinely getting to know yourself is breaking down elements of life and looking at it with curiosity.
I once spent time with each meal, really tasting it as if it was the first time. I was considering texture, smell and taste. I sat, seeing if my pleasure response was connected to any childhood or memories. I realized that some of my enjoyment wasn’t because I liked it; it was because it reminded me of a loved one or a time in which I felt pure joy.
Approaching life looking at it like an apple with the unknown under its skin is a freeing step in mind mastery. If the skin looks mottled and bruised, do you consider it to be an apple worth eating? If you see a person who looks dishevelled, do you consider them worth seeing in curiosity rather than judgment?
Does the texture of the apple make it any less than other apples just because it isn’t the texture you like? If someone or something is not your taste, does it make them or that any less than?
 We all have a core, as does the apple. We were created through seeds of life, and our inside world is unique. We all have differing skins, yet we are all human.
Our environment determines how we grow and mature, as does the apple. The right conditions create the ripest and most delicious apples. A deprived environment can allow the apple to wither and die away. This is true of so many things in life.
We do have an advantage, though. We are the master of our own minds. We can alter our inner signals and create stronger pathways and can change our own environment.  These changes can determine our thriving or shrivelling. Yet some may say the apple has the advantage. It doesn’t have the complexity of a brain complicating the life experience or putting judgment into the quality of its life or its appearance. It is as far as we know, just being.
Back in the early years of Disney, Snow White is tempted by a juicy red apple that poisoned her. Through life, we are presented with many temptations that appear incredible on the outside. Frequently we find out that things are not how they seem.  Sometimes we just see what we want to see rather than what is. Sometimes things can also be as good as they seem. As humans we generally find it much easier to be cynical though, therefore potentially sabotaging an experience. 
Mastering your mind is essential to become aware of judgements, sabotages, and expectations, all of which can taint your life experience. Consider life and those you meet with gentle curiosity as from there, you allow yourself to grow more abundant and more bountiful in your own life and those around you.
Life is our orchard with growth, death and change. Seasons and elements all creating forces that allow us the opportunity to grow and adapt. Many of us fall, as does the apple. The apple can decompose and become food for the earth and create new growth. We either fall from our life journey and can rebirth ourselves or in our own death become growth for the earth around us.
With the saying comparing apples to apples, it is to compare something similar to each other. It is reasonably compared. Can the same statement be made about humans? We are all beautifully unique.
Much can be learned from something so simple and yet complex as an apple.
Enjoy your next juicy bite! Of your life and your apple!
 
 

 I was rearranging a room the other day, and something made me turn over the art piece in the attached picture. I had forgotten entirely that there was a handwritten message on the back. The art had been given to my grandparents from my aunt and cousin. All of these fantastic and beautiful people have now passed. Most recently my cousin John who left us this Summer.
I studied the image. It reminded me of a story that my cousin Don had told at the service for John. It was about how they had crept into my grandparent's backyard and thrown his prize tomatoes over the fence in fascination. They were around four and five and apparently, they thought it was a magic land where things just disappeared!
The message brought tears to my eyes. So many of our loved ones have passed and so many times forgotten. I realized how often I have heard others say, "When you look back, you will remember these times fondly" or "Someday the children won't be at home, so make the most of them now."
People having to be reminded to take in the moment and to appreciate who they have is a symbol of how busy and disconnected we have become. There are many times of my life that I wish I could go back and redo or feel again in its full sense.
I grew up in England and travelled to and from Canada each year with my sister. I have happy memories of Christmases coming to Canada and being with my family. We did get up to a lot of mischief and laugh until our sides hurt. My older cousins Don and John, were the brothers I didn't have and always set us up with pranks and craziness. My grandparents would greet us with freshly baked butter tarts and a warm hug. My aunts, uncles and stepmom would make fantastic food and delicious coffee with lots of chatter and laughter and my dad would always play a plethora of music and create mischief.
My cousin Maryellen was my extra sister who introduced me to diverse music, movies and was part of my learning in being true to who you are.
Such coziness of memories I have worked to instil in my own life. I realized over the years that trying to re-enact this wasn't possible as although I could replicate the food, the music and tradition, I couldn't bring back the people. Ultimately the people and their souls made the magic. The ones who have passed bring their magic in different ways each year. The family that are here live near and far and the times we have are precious. Precious and very different from before. The solid foundation of these times settled into my being and allowed me to know the feeling of tradition and warmth.
I was out the other day and observed people scrabbling around with deep lines of stress on their faces. The shops all with line ups and people on their phones half-listening to those around them. The amount of detachment in our world today is incredible. This kind of detachment blocks us from being present or to feel experiences in the full sense. Many were taking time to take the perfect or happiest shot to share on social media or trying to make something feel good at the detriment of their own wellbeing.
When you truly look around you, who will be here this time next year? No-one knows. No-one knows what is going to happen one second from now, one minute from now or one year from now. All you know is right this very second. If you are disconnected right this very second, it is an illusion. You are giving your time away to falsities and fantasies. If all you know is this moment, don't you owe it to yourself and loved ones to be fully present and connected? To feel the fabric of love and your own tradition?
Remembering the past times, good or bad all have growth. They are reminders of what you do and don't want in your life.
The biggest lesson I had from reading this art was the reminder to laugh and to be taken back for a short time to the warm hug of past times and souls I miss. To have another Christmas with them all and hear their laughter in the kitchen and the warm hug after sledding in the snow and being snow pilled by my cousins is far more valuable than anything that can be purchased.
I am blessed to have a vast family in both England and Canada.  My children experience love and tradition in many different ways and beliefs. This gift is to be comfortable in diversity. Although the times of the art piece are precious and irreplaceable, my amazing huge family creates new traditions and milestones every time we meet.  Each generation learning and growing from each other.
Our family holds honour to those we have lost by carrying on some of our loved ones traditions. It is our small way of acknowledging the times we had and the love that they keep giving.
I hope you are able to take a moment this holiday to hold space for those who have passed before you. For anyone feeling the sorrow of lost love, I wish for you peace in you heart and to know that your loved ones are with you. 
Wishing you all a loving and peaceful holiday.

The famous quote from Forest Gump about life being a box of chocolates always stuck with me, let alone some of the other amazing parts of the movies. I often pondered on the character of Forest and that this movie was released when mental health wasn't really talked about as it is now. My daughter currently works at a co-op placement in the life skills classes at a high school. It is one of her happy places as the students are just them.  The students don't hide behind masks, as many of society does these days. They are just them. Emotions are out on the table and moods showed on display. Their souls shine brightly without the traps of social restraint that goes on for the rest of us. Forest had people who loved him for who he was irrespective of his thoughts or actions. They saw the sheer beauty of his soul. 
The reference to the box of chocolates was a fantastic example of how expectations in life can be one of our biggest undoing in being mindful. Setting out with a prior thought of how something will be is not allowing the beauty of surprise or seeing the wonder of what is. The bite of the chocolate and anticipation of what flavour it will be allows the burst of bountiful flavour on your tongue or humorous reaction of distaste.
I was thinking about the game Bean Boozled that my children have loved playing or the Harry Potter Bertie Botts beans. So many times, there was much angst over if they were going to bite into vomit flavour or Berties earthworm flavour and then not wanting to play. Part of me couldn't blame them as let's face it who wants to eat vomit or earthworm flavoured beans! Each day of our life can be like Bean Boozled or Forest's box of chocolates. You can walk life with the sheer wonder of what the day will bring or in fear of the worst outcome. Forest approached life allowing opportunity to knock loud and clear with openness to his journey. What flavour of interactions and connections will happen? If some of the day is more like a vomit bean, then trying to find the humour or finding the lessons is far less impactful than attaching to the awfulness.
Taking lessons from those who walk in a world like the character of Forest Gump can be so very freeing. To learn to be in the now and not attaching to it. Now I am mad. Now I am sad. Now I am happy. The emotions come and go. Most of us feel an emotion and then create an attachment to it. If we are angry or sad, we might fear this emotion and do everything we can to not feel it or worry that there is something wrong. Often it is just our body processing stress of emotions; it is human. If we are happy, we often want it to last or try and recreate the feeling rather than allowing it to be. With this style of emotional attachment it takes far longer to heal or recover and can create an unhealthy coping strategy for feeling happiness.
Many people find it hard or uncomfortable to be around people who have developmental disabilities or who are having large emotions. The main reason behind this is mostly due to feeling inadequate in how to be, or it is a mirror back in their own life showing areas of their own emotion they can’t handle. As soon as we see people or ourselves as limited it can disempower and restrict the interaction and experience.
We are all human. We all have a heart, emotions and soul.
In life, can you spin the dial on the Bean Boolzed wheel of life and be open to what it lands on? Can you pick out a chocolate and eat it without knowing what the flavour is? Can you walk your day open to all possibilities?
If this thought instills fear, hesitation or doubt, then I encourage you to approach life much more in this way. Being in the now is freeing and allows so much more joy to come to you.
We can all learn from those who are free from the limitations and traps of society pressures. I for one am going to spinning the wheel and go for it!

 ​I was working in my studio today and looked up to take in a drawing that is behind my desk. It is by my lovely friend Randy of his beautiful wife Amy after she had passed. Today marks the day of her passing. This loss brought many to their knees. Through their volume of love for her, it has brought them back up to standing again. The sheer love for her and each other became the strength to live life fully.
I considered how each second of each day marks the passing of beautiful souls across the earth. When you think of it, there is someone in grief every second of every day. There is also joy, love, laughter and birth rippling across all time and all places. Souls are entwining in space and time floating in and out of awareness. Spirit is within the ripple in the grass, a song of a bird, the sighting of a hummingbird or a lyric that won't stop playing in your head.  All connecting and reconnecting.
I noticed the flow of the pencil within the picture of Amy and saw how art in itself can connect you to emotion, memory or a loved one. As the brush or pencil flows, you are giving birth to something new. Something has become where it didn't exist before. As the shape of the movement becomes the face, your hand is touching that face once again. The outline, the texture and the feeling of the person comes alive for a time. A sparkle created in the eye can bring a smile to your own face and the tilt of the head can bring warmth to your heart.
Part of the gift that our loved ones leave behind is an awakening within our own spirit. A depth we didn't unlock before.
The drawing of Amy brings joy to my studio. I have had the honour of sharing some of Randy's art of Amy over the last two years in my work and exhibits. Amy is still helping others through Randy. The love and journey doesn't end just because your loved one has left their physical body.
As we allow our healing, pain and love to flow, so will their spirit and growth around you. At any time, you can reach them, whether it's when you are cooking a favourite meal, stroking your cat, throwing a stick for your dog, catching falling leaf or feeling the first snow of winter. Time entwines time, and love never ends. Rest in peace is often said to our loved ones who have passed, and I feel they are saying that right back to us.
"Rest and have peace.  Know I am always here."

​Written in honour and respect of Amy and her beautiful family.
Shared with permission by Randy Stiles - drawing of Amy by Randy Stiles

​I was thinking back on when I went recently to a puzzle room with two of my children. We were led into a room where two of us got handcuffed to one wall and the other handcuffed on the opposite side of the room. We were told, "You have one hour to escape the room." That was it. For a few moments, we just looked at each other, realizing there was nothing apparently within our reach. My first initial thought was, "We are still going to be here in an hour, cuffed!"
A series of events within the room unfolded realizations and surprises, not to mention a few red herrings and complete mind-bending tricks. We did get out of the cuffs and also did not escape the room.
The experience in the puzzle room created such a different kind of bond between us as we all had such different strengths. The key was to remember each one of us has value and a right to be heard. It can turn into an absolute comedy farce or epic disaster if you can't hear each other's worth. At times I was so caught up in figuring it out that I didn't take in the pure magic of seeing them problem solve, work together and tease each other. There is an eight year age gap between them and seeing them listen and collaborate was one of the most significant clues for me on that day. The answer to that particular clue was the reminder to see beyond the immediate problem as there is growth in everything.
I considered how people can feel trapped in their life and feel that there is no possible way out. This leads to looking for escape rather than solving the situation. There have been times in my life where I have also felt this way only to realize that it was my own mind that had created the so-called handcuffs. We are our own greatest magician, and often the biggest illusion is the one we tell ourselves.
I considered how I often wanted the answer or the why to situations in my life. Sometimes when I am paying enough attention to my clues in life; I see the why easily and other times the clues seem to elude me.  Life can also feel like a Rubik's cube where you move one piece, and then it shifts another and another only to realize you can't get back to the first piece at all!
I thought on my loved ones who have passed and wondered if when you leave this body if you get to have a good old chat with spirit and say" So what was my lesson in this lifetime?" and even more curious if most people went "Nooo.. so close!" A bit like we did in the puzzle room.
There was a moment in the puzzle room where we had to use an old radio. I won't give too much away in case you get to this room yourself. We had to try and tune it into certain frequencies. For me, this was a reflection on life and how in-tune you are to your clues or connection to life or energy or spirit. Tune it out or tune it out. Be connected or not. To me, it feels a little like a scene in Star Wars trying to use the force both within the puzzle room and in life. When you try and force the answers or get into your ego, it won't flow.  There is the classic scene where Luke tries to levitate his jet out of the bog and Yoda, as patient as ever, speaks of feeling and not forcing the energy. Being. Who knew such an old classic had such relative and spiritual meaning!
The ultimate unlocking of the final door is when we pass on from this life. We then possibly have our own "Ah-ha!" or "Oh and ahh" moment.  It’s like the big reveal of "So this is what the other side of the door is!" The final door is just a new chapter or the next season in your own soul series.
Forcing and trying to get pieces to fit into your life blocks many wonderful things that are right in front of you. Flow, not force, will always allow realizations and the beauty of life to reveal itself to you. I don't know about you, but I always feel that a bit of Yoda in your day is a great thing!