Puzzled Post.

A love of post, friendship and beauty finds this in the mail.

A task that reminds me of my incapacity to recover my left brain. and leaves me stranded on my bedroom floor for many eves.

An envelop of doom. Open at risk it whispers... ( caution notes indicate not opening in open areas. contains small pieces: Not suitable for small children either )

A menagerie of chaos.

Vague hints, mean the pile mulls over for a few days. I google the words " Night, tree, reassembles" Brilliant words. Fruitful googling.

"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery. 

Ahh this man, he knows me well. ( Sender of post that is... not old Saint. E)

And so i begin to clue in. Hmmm... picture on one side. Numbered letters on the other. (still have no idea as to how i shall tackle this...)

So i start the piles. Illogically. Into piles of the same number. NOT (as intended) the same letter.

Explains why this happens: 

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF??????

Oh riggggggghhhhhht... 

Letters not numbers! (When the alphabet came into the maths classroom.. miss pearl high tailed it outta there. ) New piles. Many Skype cursing to sender man. Much tea.

K, got it. Obviously. Line up the letters... from lowest number to highest in the fashion Saint. E intended. flip over to reveal image)

And where did i end up?

A quitter when is deemed relevant. This project transversed the 'tra la la distractions from lesson planning' to the 'go get a life miss p' gap. Once the beautiful quote got revealed.. and I was battling blue sky lay outs and green grass clippings.. i put him to rest.

I got to here. Gappy and disjointed. Did he expect it any other way?

Alice came to a fork in the road.  "Which road do I take?" she asked.

"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.

"I don't know," Alice answered.

"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."

~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

THANKS GEOFF. Inspiration for this point in my journey. When im asking... Hmmms, whats next? and realising... this isn't even a question i should be asking. But merely staying receptive.. and open. 

"it doesn't matter"

Logic fails me. But truth prevails.

Much love. Bee Pea Tea xo

 

As a thankyou. and an apology ( for the disjointness of intellect). I baked these for you.
Coming to a post box near you!
A fun puzzle to piece back together once trusty Aust Post has anything to do with it!!