21. half way (almost)

  • I love that I can do this anywhere, that it’s morning and i can here birds singing outside, that the wind has died down. I love Randy. I love that I can dream of mundane things and feel that they are just as sacred. I love that I have friends to write with. I love the spring, the month of May, some moisture in the air. I love my new contact lenses. I love that I am going to look at bikes tonight. I love my boss, she is one of the kindest women I have ever met. I love grass and stars and musical telephone poles. I love that my kitty friend waits outside my door for me to wake up. I love that I am loved. I love my mom. I love my room mates. I love love. I love my special toast in the morning.

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

3 thoughts on “21. half way (almost)

  1. Love Loves Holly. Holly is Loved by Love it’s self.I love love and I love Holly , Love Loves Me too.I love being alone (but not always)I love Magical moments ( but I don’t expect them)I love to draw. ( And write)I love to Love. To live is to love and to love is to give .

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