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The Beauty of Math

You know, I can’t even remotely claim to be good at math. It was never one of my best subjects in school and I struggled to get good grades. I was good at accounting until I convinced myself I wasn’t (that’s a whole different discussion) but take me past the basics and you pretty much lose me. 

So, I may not be a mathematician but I can appreciate the beauty of math. The fact that everything in our universe can be broken down into a mathematical equation leaves me in awe. That you can figure out missing pieces from a few numbers or that you can make accurate projections based on a few numbers amazes me. (Again, I should probably remind you I’m confortable with basic math). 

Math is it’s own language. Some say it is the language of the universe. I admire people who are good at math. I wish I was better at it, truth be told. Math definitely has its own beauty. Have you ever seen fractals? A fractal is a never-ending pattern. (Don’t forget the patterns are mathematical equations). Fractals are infinitely complex patterns that are self-similar across different scales. They are created by repeating a simple process over and over in an ongoing feedback loop. 

This represents the inherent beauty in math to me. It’s my joy to share an image of this with you: 

The Gift of Art

Have you ever looked at a piece of art and felt it call to something deep inside you? The longer you look at it the more you feel it belongs to you? That it has a special message just for you? 

I’ve never considered myself an art expert and I am certainly no artist but I do own a few pieces of art that have touched my soul and bring out this vibrational energy within me, every time I look at them. 

One of the pieces that I love the most was one of the last pieces of art created by my friend and mentor Megan “Greywolf” Garcia. She told me it was her depiction of stepping from this life into the radiance of spirit. She transitioned from this world not long after she gave me this piece of art from the sacred space she called home. 

Every time I see it I think of her. I connect with her spirit and all the lessons she taught me come rushing back but more than that, it has the power to move me “forward”, to empower me. As a mentor to me it was her last gift of wisdom although it contains no words. 

It is priceless.

So as I sit here, looking at it, I wonder….. do you have a piece of art that has touched you? Changed you? Continues to inspire and speak to you? I would love to know what it is and why it means so much to you. 

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