06/05/2026
The bridge between two worlds.
There was a time when the messages in my dreams scared me enough that I ran far from them in this reality, muffling the sound of spirit.
Eventually, I began to sit with myself
both in this world and the dream world
and I realized they were connected.
I realized they both held the same power.
There was nothing to be afraid of and nothing to run from,
but rather something to lean into.
Art saved me in that way.
I would receive these messages and instead of running,
I would take the vivid dreams, the unspoken thoughts and internal chaos and translate them into the physical.
I accepted that art is a mirror of the soul, rather than something to be approved of by external sources.
And that was the exact moment the healing took root.
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