Second Collage "Valuable Time"

When I was around 8 years old I use to have a recurring dream about time. In this dream I was an observer inside a clock full of gears. This dream always frightened me because it represented death. I remember waking up in cold sweat crying and needing my mom or dad. My sister who shared a bed with me at the time would always try to calm me down on those nights. I always felt bad for her on the nights I woke up wanting my dad because at the time my mom and dad were in the process of getting a divorce therefore he did not live with us.  Reflecting on the divorce as an adult has helped me understand the reason why I had dreams which lead to my childhood anxieties of death.

This dream became my nightmare for many years. It followed me until early adulthood. This nightmare was horrible because to  know I had no control over stopping time from one day taking the people I love was the nightmare I did not want to face; a nightmare which is inevitable. My whole perspective in death has changed over the passing years. I've come to accept and face the fact of  our life-cycle. The new perspective has allowed me to understand death a little bit better.

My understanding of death starts with pure energy. Energy which is like the sun's. Energy which is in everyone and everything. Energy which is constant. I believe and feel that even if someone has passed they are not completely gone. Our memories, their teachings, their values, their causes, their love and conscience will continue to flow through us and everything around us. We are all connected. No one is gone. We are all here to fulfill a purpose. Time helps us  to complete our purpose and destination . It is up to us to use the time wisely in order to fulfill our true potential.

Being able to express  my energy into this art-piece titled, "Valuable Time" has helped me fulfill my purpose. I am very grateful :)

Every Penny counts!!

December 29, 2010

So yesterday I had to empty my piggy bank in order not to overdraft. My first mission was trying not to break my artful piggy bank. Having to flip my piggy upside down  in order to take out the coins using only a butter knife was a task which required patience. A task I was willing to endure for the sake of not over-drafting my bank account and saving my beautiful piggy. The first few minutes of excavating my coins was disappointing :( The only coins coming out were pennies!! I knew I had put lot's of quarters in my piggy but why we're they not coming out?? As the time went on I finally got everything out!

I was so happy to finally have my coins out. As I started to get ready to count I felt a bit disappointed because I had a lot of pennies.As I looked at my pennies I said to myself  "these pennies will not get me much, they don't matter." As I finished counting I was amazed to know I had six dollars in pennies!!! but the beautiful thing was six dollars wasn't my grand total. The grand total of all my coins coming together was thirty six dollars.

Going through this experience taught me two valuable lessons. The first lesson was not to under estimate the value of a penny. The second lesson was a deep understanding on how ones person efforts to making a positive difference in this world is just like that one penny. WE ALL MATTER.