What is Happening To Time?

OMIGOD!  What is happening to time? Or perhaps that should be restated as what is happening to my time here on the green earth?  2012 is one forth the way over and I have been on autopilot.

Have I spent my whole little existence on autopilot?  Year after year has passed and what do I have to show for myself?  When I am lowered into the six foot hole what will be said?  Will there be celebration or tears? 

Okay, where did that come from? 

Change the subject.
So let's talk about art, my art in fact.  My creativity has diminished until it is almost nonexistent.  The only way I know to spark that creativity into the flame it used to be is to do.  Do what?  Anything, just do it.   Lately I have been sitting on my rump enjoying the creativity of others.  Fun activity but doesn't inspire me so today I got out my art journal and started throwing some paint on it and this is what I came up with.

When I was little spending special time with my grandparents on the farm I spent much of that time swinging from the tree swing my grandpa had hung for his many grandchildren.  I loved swinging alone with my eyes closed imaging all the wonderful things that I knew would one day come to past for my life.  That was when I believed that I was capable of doing great things, that nothing was impossible.  That was before I had replaced fear of the unknown with curiosity and awe.


So today I'm trying to block all the negativity and fear to see the world with the eyes of a child once again.  Let's see how the day transpires.