“I splintered in time, I am shattered starlight - a soul divided.

 

I have been searching for the missing bits and wrapping twine and barbed wire around me in an attempt to form a false shell - something barely resembling wholeness.

 

As I cross space and time I see beacons guiding me to the pieces of my light that have sheltered in other shells. As we connect our heartbeats synchronize and 2 become 1.

 

More time, more travel, more lifetimes pass and the multitudes of me forget they were ever more than pieces scattered by fate and fortune.

 

A wail comes out of the dark and rage wells up inside me. Your warmth was stolen from me and I don’t recall the deal we made in the ether. This is my time to collect more pieces to me and I can’t...

The BOOM savage BOOM march BOOM of BOOM time - then a final BOOM that shakes and rattles me until I fly apart.

 

I don’t know where I heard the phrase - honestly, it sounds like a song lyric but there is nothing musical about my dream.

 

I don’t dread time marching on - I don’t want to wish away my hours or my days. I’m not scared of dying and the end of me - because I don’t believe we end.

 

I’ve been talking recently about the difference been sharing our truth and our wisdom with my Projector clients. My truth includes weird dreams, random musings, laughing like a loon, dancing in celebration, not always having the right words, hermiting just because, food as a love language, and that barely scratches the surface.

 

My wisdom is my work as the...