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  • I was working in Adelaide, as a Henna Artist trying to make a living, when a man walked past my stall and said, "O those...those aren't real, I have the REAL ones, don't need to get them...they vanish over time...what a waste of money!"...and kept walking.

    My first reaction was a smile of course and by the time I looked up he had walked away leaving me with a strange feeling of curiosity of what is 'real and not real' meant to most people today.

    After asking around, what came through to my understanding was - Something that remains 'forever' is understood to be REAL, beautiful and worth having or wanting in exchange of money...while something that vanishes and changes over time is NOT considered valuable and hence not worthy of any money?!

    Thus, making patterns with Henna on people, which btw is what I do, was considered of less value and called not real due to its transient nature.

    Over the years, I have met and known many people who have and will happily pay thousands to get a Tattoo Artists ink their skins, with coping existing designs and scripts, that scar their body for life and even after. BUT when it comes to valuing a Henna Artists for their original one off unique designs made just for them, with healing energies for their souls, their budgets are reduced to favours in exchange or a quick job small design to reduce the costs.

    How can something like Henna that calms the mind, beautifies the skin with its fiery colours, reminding us of the light that resides in us at all times, heals our soul as it vanishes into nothingness symbolising the impermanence of all life that exists, be not understood as REAL?

    Why is something thats SO natural, clean and pure, that gives all who touch it nothing but happiness, be called not REAL ?!

    With such questions in my head this morning, I was looking outside my window at the billions of tiny snow flakes dancing in the wind, falling down covering everything with pure white softness, making me smile unknowingly. Looking closely, I saw the delicate crystal of the tiny snow flake melting into flat rounded water drops.

    Within seconds my mind settled down, receiving the answers to my questions, making me silently look at the natural process of a snowflake, changing one form to another. In that moment, nothing felt more real to me than those snow flakes that touched my face as they melted into water droplets, blessing me with happiness.

    They where REAL, but did vanish into nothingness...just like Henna !!

    So from deep within me, I acknowledged and understood the value of Henna, for me. Since then, the REAL things are only real when they dont last forever and if they do, then thats not natural, hence NOT REAL.
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