If Time is kept by the blue-speckled lizards, hiding out beneath the rocks in the dry river bed... then what of us? What is time but our perception of this place and space. When the seers say they can bend time, is that so different from my dreaming of being a bluespeckledlizard?
I find my time is fleeting, always, awake. In the nonwaking hours, my time STRETCHES into the ages, and I live many lives in those dark hours. Wars are averted, issues resolved, promises made.
The trick is to keep them all from evaporating in dawn's earliest breath.
May we all have the courage to hold onto those promises of the bluespeckled ones, and bring them back from the darkness with us when we emerge.
