The clay spins ever so perfectly, as the artist puts the finishing touches on the vase.  This vase, is not quite the way she intended, but then again, none of them ever are.  However, she knows the clay formed into the shape for which it is supposed to form, which is perfect in its own right.

As the artist cleans up her tools and the mud that sprayed around her studio, she begins to think about how the artists of old must have done similar things.   “They must have used their hands to mold the clay,” she thought.  “I wonder if the tools were very advanced?”

She closes the door to her studio, and walks to the shower to clean up herself in order to go to work.  Later that day as she enters the board room to sit at the head of the large conference table, she is in her “business” mind-set, although the artist in her never really leaves.

That night she walks into her home, and up the stairs to change into her comfy clothes when she peeks into her studio.  The studio is her “sacred space” where she can close her eyes and create whatever comes to her.  She loves her job, but she loves working in her studio more.

She never considered leaving her job to sell her art work, for she knows that would be a difficult road to follow.  She is paid very well in her “day job” and would be concerned that as soon as she starts selling her art for money, the creation of that art will become work.  Then she would have to find another “outlet” for a fun hobby.  No, the art is right where it needs to be.

That night when she is sleeping, a dream comes to her.  It is about a young boy living many years ago in the deserts around Egypt.  The boy seems to be about ten years old, and discovers a hidden artifact once buried deep in the sand.   On this day, the winds exposed the artifact and the boy found it.

He ran home to his mother carrying what appeared to have once been a large vase.  The mother asked what he was carrying, and the boy told the story about the wind and how the sun reflected off of it.  He saw the reflection, and ran toward it until he discovered the beautiful piece.

The mother figured it would be okay to keep it, so they cleaned it up, and put it above the fireplace on the mantle.  Nearly every day, the boy studied the vase very intently.  He noticed the perfect shape of the vase, the contrast of the clay, and attempted to visualize the colors that it once must have contained.

As the boy grew older and moved away, he asked if the mother would watch over the vase.  She was happy to oblige, for she had grown accustomed to it as well.

Years later, the boy came home for his mother’s funeral.  He was very sad, and went to her home after they placed her in the ground.  There on the mantle he saw the beautiful vase.  It seemed to glisten more than ever.  He thought that it had more color and appeared almost new.

He took the vase with him back to his home, and placed it on his own mantle to enjoy.  Every day, on his way to and from work he walked by the vase that seemed to almost look different every day.  “I didn’t notice that line before,” he wondered as he studied it for what must have been the thousandth time.

When he went to sleep that night, he had a dream about his mother.  She came to him and told him that she had made that vase many years ago in another lifetime, and that she planted it in the desert so that some day he would discover it.  She wanted it to be with him after she passed so that he could remember her.

The next day, the man picked up the vase and noticed a symbol with a swirl, a circle, and a bird on the bottom of the vase.  Then he realized that his mother always signed her cards to him with the same symbols – even before he showed her the vase.

The lady awoke from her dream and walked to her studio.  She picked up the vase she had created the day before to see the swirl, circle, and bird etched on the bottom.  She now understood that her work lives even before “her time.”

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Life has many synchronicities that seem almost too “orchestrated” to be something other than a so-called coincidence.  However, when you open yourself up to the potential that everything is in perfect order, and that there are no coincidences, you begin to  understand the connection between everyone and everything that has occurred spanning all of time.

Written Wed Feb 26, 2014, 7:24 – 7:42 AM MT