Life's Mosaic

"Time is a friend, a healer, a maker of dreams."

Time. It knows and tells all. It controls beginnings and endings, dreams and promises, truths and illusions. How incredible the wisdom held in its hands.

On the day Marla and her husband separated, the kitchen clock suddenly stopped running. A year later, on the day she filed for divorce, just as suddenly, it began running again. Who said there were no messages in small miracles.

She began to think of this time in her life as a kind of infinished mosaic. Only when all the pieces were found and fit together would the image be visible. She was now in the process of moving on, aware that some of the pieces of her heart were still missing. She had closed one door and opened another, taking with her the things that mattered: memories, her capacity to love, her spirit, and her soul.

Looking at time differently now, she would never take any of it for granted again. It had become a precious gift to her, she savored its full measure, tried to make it all count. With time's help, she was seeing more of the essence of who she was and that which defined her. Time was now a part of her life.

She felt proud of the choices, decisions and judgements she was making. The teacher in her taught her to go slowly, carefully, and to be aware of her fragile vulnerability.

The student in her soaked up the knowledge. She would never go back, or try to re-live yesterday, instead she would remember the gifts it had brought and hold on to them until all traces of emptiness were gone. She was learning the importance of foregiving herself and accepting the truth that whatever someone else did was not her fault.

To finally let go of the weight of the hurt she had felt made her feel free and lifted her spirit. By allowing her heart spontaneity, she found that singing loudly off-key in the car or dancing barefoot in the moonlight gifted her soul. She had found herself.

She believed in hope, love, and the courage of her spirit, and had faith in something more wondrous than life. She vowed to continue to appreciate the real beauty found in the wonder and experience of living. She had promised her heart not to miss any of the "small joys", and knew that no matter how hard life is...it is worth living.

Sometimes when we see with our heart, the mosaic begins to form - all the pieces of our heart and soul unite and our spirit dances as free and as beautiful as we could ever imagine. Somewhere in time all the pieces do fit together...like the ticking of the clock.